Last summer, God put a dream into my heart, which was to open my home to people and invite them to worship with me. God urged me to share my experience with worship with others, and open their hearts and my own heart more to the absolute beauty of faith. I was so stoked about this idea, and was so ready to put it into being, but by the time summer was ending, I forgot about it.
This dream was on the back burner for most of the year. It never even crossed my mind again, but then I went to church with a friend one day, expecting a casual Sunday service like I try to go to every weekend, and instead, God spoke to me really personally.
The sermon that evening talked about different people's stories with God, and one girl talked about a dream that God had planted in her heart, and how she carried it through and how much change it had made for her. It had nothing to do with worship, but for some reason, I felt that dream from the summer urging me to listen. That night, I decided to follow through with my dream.
I was pretty nervous, and so sure that nobody would sign up, but God sent support and love through friends old and new. I was overwhelmed with joy and gratefulness. I was fueled, and planned my first worship session, but then I got the flu and because of that and many other factors, it fell through. I was wondering to myself if this was the sign that it wasn't meant to be. But God said to try again, and I listened.
So after that series of events, I held my first worship session this past Saturday, and it was absolutely incredible. God opened my heart and mind even more and taught me so much.
Here's what God taught and reminded me:
People that I had never met, people I hadn't seen in a long time, and some of my closest friends all came together to worship. My house filled with people, all interested in hearing and experiencing God together, and it blew my mind. So, I spent my Saturday evening with an acoustic guitar in hand, fresh baked cookies on the table, and a sweet group of people, all coming together to experience a love like no other. Did I mention that it was incredible and beautiful and moving? Because it was.
So I learned a sweet lesson from God this weekend. It's to follow dreams, no matter how wild they are or how distant they seem. Don't let doubts and fear win. Listen to your dreams and be brave, pursuing your passions and wildest hopes. Because trust me, when you follow the dreams God plants in your heart... incredibly beautiful things happen.