My dearest, dreaming son…

26 Mar
My dearest, dreaming son…
How my heart is bursting for you.
To watch you chase your dream is overwhelming.

I remember the first time I heard you sing.
It caught me off guard…this beauty.
I will admit to you now that I wept.
Overtaken by the sweet sound of your voice.
A gift that God has given you that was hidden
until you were ready to grasp hold of it.

You didn’t stop there.
You knew there was more to this dream.
You wanted to learn to play the guitar.
You didn’t take lessons, but instead you immersed
yourself in listening and playing by ear.

I have watched you chase this dream
of music that fills your head and heart.
And I am in awe of you.


This past weekend you took a big step in this journey.
You performed at The Coffee Shop.


You gave me a smile and began to strum your guitar.
Then you began to sing and I was undone.
You are walking out this God-sized dream.
Step by step.
Fearless and brave you are, my son.

Daddy and I are so very proud of you.

I love you.
Always.
Mom
God-Sized Dreams

My friend Holley Gerth invited me to join a group of dreamers that she affectionately calls her God Sized Dream Team. What a blessing to be part of this group. 
We will be gathering each week on Tuesdays at Holley’s to encourage each other to dream those God sized dreams.

Won’t you join us?
What is your God-sized dream?

Holley had written a love letter to dreamers. Her book You’re Made for a God-Sized Dream is full of words of encouragement and will speak to your heart.

Blessings,

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10 Responses to “My dearest, dreaming son…”

  1. Karrilee Aggett March 26, 2013 at 3:16 pm #

    Awesome!!! Don't you just LOVE to see these gifts of ours reaching forward and stepping into who they are created to be? Loved this… I could feel your love and joy over your boy as I read this! He's blessed to have you as a Mama! Love you sweet sister!

  2. Mandy March 26, 2013 at 6:06 pm #

    Wendy, your son is so blessed to have your wholehearted support. You are making an impact for eternity, my amazing friend. What a beautiful thing! How thrilling that he is following his dream!

  3. BARBIE March 26, 2013 at 6:53 pm #

    Oh friend, my mama heart can relate to this. My boy, just 19, has been leading worship at church since the age of 16. Self-taught on the guitar, is now pursuing a life of giving himself in prayer and praise and worship to the King. I'll be praying for your boy, for His God-sized dream. Love you!

  4. Beloved March 26, 2013 at 9:38 pm #

    Wow, well done, mama bear…I feel your pride. May he make music that pierces the Veil of Heaven.Thanks for sharing, Wendy.Peace and good.

  5. Wendy March 27, 2013 at 11:25 am #

    It overwhelms me friend. To see him so boldly follow his dream. Love you much.

  6. Wendy March 27, 2013 at 11:26 am #

    Exciting beyond words. I am just so proud of him. Love you friend!

  7. Wendy March 27, 2013 at 11:27 am #

    How wonderful to see our sons begin to walk in all God created them to be. Praying for your son as well. Blessings and much love sweet friend.

  8. Wendy March 27, 2013 at 11:28 am #

    Oh that is my prayer…that all he does glorifies God. Blessings friend!

  9. Christine Wright March 28, 2013 at 1:30 am #

    That is BIG! So BIG!! I can't imagine being that brave, that young. And can't wait to see where God leads him on this journey.

  10. Jelli March 28, 2013 at 11:38 pm #

    How exciting! I love watching live music, especially from musician who really feel what they're playing and write their own stuff. So happy your son's been able to ID his gifts early on. Thanks so much, Wendy, for joining me this week.

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