Resurrection of Dreams
A cup of dirt became the burial ground for a lima bean seed in my daughter’s first grade science experiment. We followed the written instructions closely, but that was no comfort to my six year old, as she pressed the seed down into the dirt and covered it. “But Mom, it’s dark in there. Can it breathe? I am sure it is frightened!” No matter what I said to comfort her, the look of concern and doubt as to a happy outcome cloaked her face. I promised her that it would be alright and that we would soon see this dormant seed come to life in just a few days. But, secretly I prayed, “Oh Lord, let this be a healthy seed, not a dud, for the sake of my little girl expectantly waiting for a miracle!” Sure enough, with sunlight and the appropriate amount of water, the seed sprouted and leaves began to peak up through the soil. My daughter jumped and shouted with such delight as she watched ‘death come to life.’
Just as my little girl deposited that seed of faith into the soil, so I had a dream that lay dormant in my heart. Truly I believed it was a God inspired dream, but wondered how and when it would become a reality. I was a wife, a young mother raising a family, working as a teacher in the public school, while supporting my husband’s role as the pastor of a growing congregation. The vision God had deposited while I was in Bible College seemed lifeless and impossible.
But, God reminded me that the greatest news ever told was delivered from a tomb…
“He is not here; for He is risen!” Matthew 28:6
Those very words can transform any darkness. His death was undeniable. Mary, the mother of Jesus, had watched as her son was tortured, ridiculed and hung on a cross to die. His lifeless body was wrapped and buried in a tomb. The tomb was sealed with a huge stone. It all seemed so final, hopeless. But, God had a plan. On Resurrection morn, Christ burst forth with radiant glory overcoming every lie of the enemy, taking the keys of hell and unlocking the promise of NEW LIFE for all who would believe! Death had come to life.
While in Bible College I had a dream. It was the kind of dream that felt so real it woke me up startled. In my dream, I saw a room filled with beautiful African women, adorned in colorful outfits, singing and worshiping God. I went to the platform and began to preach. The room was electric with God’s presence. The response of the crowd was overwhelming. As the prayer lines began to dwindle, we were escorted outside to watch the women march down the hillside, clapping their hands and singing glorious praise to God.
I woke up from that dream in wonder. When or how could that ever be fulfilled? Twenty-five years later, God opened the door for me to minister in Burkina Faso. As I stood on the platform of the church, the dream of the African women came to mind. I was literally living the dream! When the prayer lines finished, we moved outside to watch the parade of women worshiping as they marched down the hillside. God spoke loud and clear…
“For the vision is yet for an appointed time… though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come!” Habakkuk 2:3
You may have a dream that seems dormant in your life. Years have passed and you wonder how could this ever become a reality in your life. But, today God is speaking to you, “dead things can be brought to life when you put your faith and hope in the Resurrected One!”
Let’s pray: Lord, I give you my dreams. I want to do your will. If they are from you, I trust that in your time, you will bring them to pass. I surrender my will and way to you. I am here, ready and willing to do whatever it is you ask of me.
About Ruth Puleo :
Ruth Puleo is an ordained minister, conference speaker, writer, mentor, and serves as the Women of Purpose Director for the Penn-Del District of the Assemblies of God. She passionately seeks to impact the lives of women and girls with courage and inspiration to follow God’s call on their lives. Ruth and her husband, John were called to pastoral ministry for 38 years while raising their three children. The ultimate blessing has been the gift of eight precious grandchildren.