The Time Trap

The Time Trap

It was a busy Sunday morning, and I was rushing to beat the clock.

As I struggled to get ready for church quickly, my three kids milled about, running in and out of the bathroom – asking for help pulling on tights, combing hair, fastening necklaces. The situation was starting to feel hopeless. There was no way we were going to make it on time.

So, I offered it up.

Dear, Lord, please multiply my time, just like you did with the loaves and fishes.

We made it to church {close to} on time, and I kept my cool.

Since then, the loaves-and-fishes prayer has become a favorite for me.

You see, I don’t have time for God-sized dreams, but God-sized dreams have captured my heart. (<==== Click to tweet)

I began God-sized dreaming in earnest 16 short months ago. I quit my freelance job, and for the first time in more than 15 years, I began writing from the heart, rather than for a paycheck. Not only did I write from that tear-sting-tender place, but {breathing into a paper bag} I put that writing out there for the world to see, launching a blog.

Exactly one week after the blog launch, my daughter and I checked into Children’s Hospital for a two-night stay. She had just been diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease {about 2 -3 cases per million} called Juvenile Dermatomyositis (JDM).

 Won’t you join me for the rest of the story over at God-sized Dreams?



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