Years ago I had a dream I believed was from God. There was a quiet Holy Spirit whisper.
I trusted Him (I thought).
I worked hard. I asked the right questions. I got the right permissions.
I was affirmed for my gifts in the area of my dream. I won awards.
And then, painfully, my dream was demolished by a series of choices outside my control.
A friend said it was like I walked out into an intersection I had been told was safe and was run over by a mack truck being driven by people I trusted.
I waited expectantly for God to swoop in and fix everything.
But God was silent.
He didn’t right the wrongs. He didn’t correct the injustices. I was left with the death of illusions, trust, and my dream.
Jesus lingered “somewhere else” and didn’t show up in time.
Like in Monday’s post, God didn’t make sense to me.
I think all of us have times when God has seemed inattentive, uncooperative, or late. What do we do when Jesus doesn’t show up and something dies? Continue reading






