For the next few Wednesdays we are going to run an experiment.  Robyn doesn’t know her dream, and we want to help her figure it out.  Follow the story in real time as she shares her questions, struggles, and breakthroughs.  Robyn just might set the example for many dreamers to come.

By: Robyn Bosica

Read Part 2 here

My dream story began June 25, 2011.  Here’s how.

A few weeks ago I attended a Kingdom Dreams workshop.  We participated in an exercise where teams were asked to design an amazing, out-of-the-ordinary ice cream shop and then, present our ideas to a judge. We were told nothing was off-limits and that we could do whatever we wanted.

And leave it to God to place me in a group full of crazy dreamers.

The first idea? Everything’s free.

“Hey, I mean, they said anything goes, right?”
 Okay, so free ice cream.

And an actual cow out front — no, wait, different colored cows for different flavors. Oh! Maybe the ice cream comes directly out of the udders! Mmm, now that’s fresh.

Don’t forget that it’s calorie-free, but full flavor!

And here I am, as the designated secretary, scribbling all this down and keeping my mouth shut. Because all I want to say is,

“Well, how does that actually work? And how do we make a profit if it’s all free? Where are we getting this ice cream that we can’t pay for? And where in the world do we get multicolored, ice-cream-producing cows?!”

But I kept my mouth shut.

“You’re quiet,” My new friend Tonya says to me. “You got any ideas?”

But I tell her I’m just trying to wrap my mind around it all as I keep writing down the others’ ideas. Because I can’t think of anything wild, I can’t not be practical.

I can play off the others’ ideas a little, but I can’t come up with my own, and I can’t accept the craziness of it all, except to just write it down because it’s only a game and what the heck, this workshop’s about dreaming, anyway, isn’t it?

But why was it so hard for me to dream? (I’m a writer, for pete’s sake! Dreaming’s what I do on a daily basis. But that’s fiction. That’s stories.) 
This was just a silly game, though, and I couldn’t even dream big.

What happens to my real-life dreams, then?

Thank God His dreams and imagination are much bigger than mine.  And sure, the world needs the practical ones, the ones who can help shape and focus a dream. And maybe that’s part of my purpose.

But I don’t want my need for analyzing and control to hinder me from dreaming far bigger than what’s comfortable, far bigger than I can contain.

Because God’s dreams are uncontainable.

If my life is supposed to be God-sized and God-inspired –  not me-sized and me-inspired, limited by what only I can dream possible, hindered by the worries of not having enough money, time, resources, or influence…When all God is saying is,

“Dream big, baby girl. It’s all in My control anyway, remember?

So go ahead, lay in bed at night and dream with Me about that crazy ice cream parlor that’s going to change the world.

And then, build it.”

If money were no object, if there were absolutely nothing in your way, what would you do for the Kingdom? What crazy, earth-shaking dreams has God placed on your heart? Do you believe He has the power to make them happen through you?

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