Seeds in the Packet

When God gives a dream in seed form,

we have any number of options.

We can be overwhelmed and believe 

it is too big. Or too small.

We can replay the garden scene: 

"Did God really say?"

We can dismiss the dream entirely.

We can go full steam ahead,

corralling every ounce of soul strength

to make it happen, pit bull style.

Or we can tuck it away for 

a more convenient time.
When fear isn't so close at hand.

One thing about a seed:

It won't sprout in the packet.

So, I have some seed dreams,

 for the most part sitting in the packet.
They are not necessarily grandiose, 
but I believe they are His, 
and so I have some stewarding to do.
They are about relationships and writing 
and fitness and business
 and organized closets.
Yep.

The voices of doubt vie 

to keep the seeds in place.

"People way more qualified than you

 have already done that."

"Wouldn't it be easier not to do it 

than try it and fail?"

"Who really cares about that anyway?"

"There just isn't time for that."

"Haven't you missed God before?"
"This whole idea is kinda dumb." 
"Do not publish this one."

So...anyway...there.

Doubts are prolific.

But the Lord has been speaking to me 

about faith and faithfulness 

and resting in His goodness.

And dreaming with Him,

ignoring all the voices assigned

to keep the packet sealed.

I just want to be faithful with His seeds 
and trust Him for the return.

It sounds easy.

If it were, everyone would be

chasing after His dreams.

I am figuring out that it will require 

at least three things:

hearing His voice above all others, 

trusting in His faithfulness 

more than my doubts,

and resting in His goodness 

to do more than I can ask or imagine.

No seed left behind.