After finding my voice, learning how to forgive others but more importantly myself, and the importance of walking in my truth, I realized I now had the room and space to dream again, see the vision of God unfolding before my eyes and allow the voice of God to speak to my soul regarding my purpose.
Purpose, according to the Webster is the reason for which something is done, exists or is made. Purpose is biblically defined as the reason we were designed by God before birth. Each one of us is a well-crafted thought of God. The very idea that God desired for each one of us to live an intentional life full of purpose to fulfill the unspoken covenant made during the formation of our soul is not overwhelming but humbling. Each one of us is an ark, capable of carrying both the glory and promise of God. Romans 8:28-29 says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.” Selah.
I will never forget the night I where scales regarding dreams, vision, and purpose fell from my eyes. During my time of healing and revelation, I could not see beyond my hurt and pain. But when I came to myself, meaning, the moment my little girl who once dreamed of serving God, stepped into the darkness, held hands and gave light to the teenager, introduced her to the woman who took the journey and fought to unravel the grave clothes that kept her bound. This little girl took her rightful place as the visionary as the woman’s ability to dream and see the visions of God had not matured beyond her.
That night as I was sleeping, I had vivid vision, not a dream. In this vision, the backdrop was similar to the story of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. It was very dark, but underneath my feet was a movie reel. This reel included moments of my life that allowed me to embrace the comforts of the darkness. As I was watching, I heard the sound of horses. In the darkness, I could see the image of the horses moving towards me at a fast pace. The closer the horse came, I was able to see they were pulling a carriage. It soon stopped right before me. As the carriage door opened, I saw a hand reaching out to me. I immediately felt the presence of love and peace. It was greater than the shame I felt as I looked down at my story unraveling underneath me. I felt a forgotten excitement bubble up on the inside of me. As I was caught up in this moment, I heard this soft authoritative voice say, “Daughter, it’s time to go. You have been here long enough. My purpose for you, my visons for you, my dreams for you are not dead, but are increasing.” I remembered this voice. I knew it was God coming for me. I soon felt my hand moving towards this invitation. As I watched my hand taking the hand of God, it wasn’t the familiar hand of the woman, it was the hand of the little girl; the one who carried the visions and dreams and placed us under His protection in the carriage. Soon the enemy appeared and tried to block our way of escape. However, the “vision carrier”, the little girl took charge. She started calling on the name of Jesus and the Warring Angels appeared, clearing the path for my escape and I soon felt the warmth of the Son on my face.
The next day, I asked the vision carrier, the little girl, to remember the visions of long ago. She not only remember ministry, but also the call of a journeyman/woman. I followed the leading of God, opened myself to the pressing experienced in seminary, birthed Dicy Ministries, became a certified life coach to help others make their dreams and visions reality, while giving themselves permission to dream bigger, outside of their box, into the unlimited realm of God. I followed the dreams and visions that took my ministry to Ghana. I am continuing to follow the dreams and visions to provide a platform for the voices that need to be heard by hosting conferences. I am continuing to follow the dreams and visions to walk with others on their healing journey towards freedom. I am now listening and looking for God’s plans for expansion.
Langston Hughes wrote a poem called “Dreams”.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
In this poem he basically says a life without dreams is meaningless and a life without dreams is a waste. It is the same as moving through life like a bird with a broken wing, unable to fly, going nowhere. And if one does not utilize their ability to dream it is like existing in a barren field, where nothing grows.
Are you dreaming?
What are your visions and dreams?
Do you see them as living or lying dormant?
What are you doing with your dream?
If you are not dreaming, why? Can you identify when you stopped? Do you remember what you dreamed?
Would you like to give yourself permission to dream again?
I know all of this may sound overwhelming. We are all called to walk this journey together. I have been called according to my purpose and my purpose is to help you.
Help you mend your broken wing so you can fly to the places where your vision will carry you.
Help you navigate the barren field by clearing the debris and till the soil so your field will be ready to plant God’s vison.
Help you analyze your field to develop a plan to plant the vision.
Help you discover those who are called to reap in your field.
Help you move beyond the dreaming the vision to living the vision.
You are one of God’s greatest visions. God was aware of the detours taken to get you to this place. And all while you were out of position, He covered you. And unbeknownst to you, he used this time to prepare you to handle the dreams, visions and purpose spoken to your soul. It is not too late, you are right on time. This is going to be one of the greatest moments of your life. God is holding out his hand offering you peace, love and understanding. You were born and anointed to handle it all. Now let us begin…..