What if God-sized dreams aren’t big at all?
What if these ‘big’ dreams don’t include going to Cambodia?
What if my God-sized dream isn’t really about me?
What if this dream is one God has for me instead of me having it for me?
What if this Dream is simply to love my neighbor?
And, what if, that dream ends up being a loaf of bread to the woman down the street who’s lost her job?
Maybe, before we can get a hold of our dreams, we have to get a hold of the Dream that God has for us.
