Turning our dreams into a plan.

Recently my sister talk about her dreams, talk about what she wanna be few years from now, she dreamt having her own restaurant or a pastry and desserts cafe, since my sister is a good in kitchen both baking and cooking.
what i did the next day after work i go to the bookstore to buy a board, pins and other materials, when i got home i tell her that today where gonna make those dreams cometrue by turning it into a plan i called this “a vision board”.
we cut and print a picture of our visions “future restaurant (it doesnt have a name yet) and since we have God together with our dreams we make our visions bigger, because through this God can also prove us his power by making our dreams come to real and i told my sister that we need to let things go because it is God’s task to make our dreams come true our real goal to bring God a glory.
there is also a note in our vision board that “if today we lose our hope, we know that God plan is better than ours”.

for me to dream is surrendering every piece of it into God, dont believe you can but believing HE can and he will, and if ever he doesnt make things happen base on what you are expecting, it doesnt mean to disappoint you it means he has a better plan into your life, remember he knows us more than we know ourselves.
i know God put this determination, perseverance, pursuing, courage in our heart but this words doenst design for us to make those dreams possible, he put those words into our hearts for us to use it to bring him glory, we need determination, perseverance, pursue, courage to deliver his love into the world.
it is God’s job to make our dreams come true and he will take care of it, the truth is our real job is to bring him glory and you will see your dreams already happening in front of you.

while building our vision board i see how happy my sister was, its like im seeing a new found hope and joy in her face because there is also a part of her knows that God will never let her down.
i told her that God is the fixer of the shattered dreams i also told her the story of the “the three trees” it is story of the three tree dreamer where they had found their dreams turn into an ultimate purpose.

The Three Trees

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.

The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: “I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I’ll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!”

The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. “I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I’ll be the strongest ship in the world!”

The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. “I don’t want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they’ll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world.”

Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.

The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, “This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell.

“Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest. I shall hold wonderful treasure!” the first tree said.

The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, “This tree is strong. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell.

“Now I shall sail mighty waters!” thought the second tree. “I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!”

The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven.

But the woodcutter never even looked up. “Any kind of tree will do for me,” he muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.

The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter’s shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals.

The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.

The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead, the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail on an ocean, or even a river; instead, she was taken to a little lake.

The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard.

“What happened?” the once tall tree wondered. “All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God…”

Many, many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams.

But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox.

“I wish I could make a cradle for him,” her husband whispered.

The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. “This manger is beautiful,” she said.

And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.

One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake.

Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain.

The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, “Peace.” The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun.

And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man’s hands to her.

She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.

But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth tremble with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God’s love had changed everything.

It had made the third tree strong.

And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God.

That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

The next time you feel down because you didn’t get what you want, sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.
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Turning our dreams into a plan.

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