Living the Dream

Sometimes I go down rabbit holes. Not literally. Ya’ll know I’m too big for that. What I’m saying is that I start off doing one task and get sidetracked. I was looking at old videos and came across a video I shot in my house before the remodel. My home was fairly new when I bought it, but the previous owners and I did not have the same taste. We also did not have the same level of care. There were holes in doors -inside and outside- of the home. There was mold in the master bathroom vanity. But past all of that, I saw a vision of my dream home.

After I watched the video, I looked around the home that I now sit in. It truly is unrecognizable as the same space. The video took me back to that version of myself. The version of me that knew what she wanted. The version of me that did not know how it was going to be possible. And the version of me that believed that God would make it happen.

The journey was long. The carpets were DISGUSTING. My uncles and cousins came one weekend and ripped them all up for me. That left me with concrete floors. I was fine with that. I bought a rug for the living room so Sweet Baby could chill on the floor when she wanted. I painted 3 big blocks of gray on the living room wall right behind my TV. I couldn’t decide which color shade would be best. The swatches stayed on the wall for 2 years. That was alright with me too.

I saw a bedroom set for the master bedroom that I HAD to have. I did not have the money together to do the paint job or floors yet, but I bought the bedroom set. It sat in a spare bedroom for years. I swept my concrete floors and minded my business. A refrigerator was calling my name. I purchased it and it sat on a wall in the dining area because it was the only place it would fit. I knew it would all come together one day, but until then I was fine with getting my food out of the dining area.

When I say the journey was long, I mean the journey was long. I did not have the instant turn-key home that was Instagram-ready. But when I see that video and I am reminded of where this home has come from, I get goosebumps. That version of me believed deeply in a vision that was just in her head. No proof that it would come to pass. Just exercising faith. And today, I’m living her dream.

I needed the reminder of how good God has been to me. Because I get discouraged. I have so many other dreams, and I have been thinking “Lord how is this going to even happen?” These dreams are so out of reach. These dreams seem impossible. Shoot, I know what I want. I have vision. I can see it. I can’t touch it quite yet, but I can see it. And then this old video popped up. I took it as a gentle whisper from God that the journey may be long, but it is possible. #wepreach