The grocery store
I just got back from a book signing and looking at some paintings a young woman had done. The author and artist are the same person and I'm blessed to know her through the church we worship at. She's a talented person.
We had a two minute conversation about writing last Sunday and I told her I'd stop by the coffee shop today to pick up her book today, so at least one person from our church supported her. I hope she sells all her books and a few of her paintings. I'm excited to read her book.
Being an artist and writer is her gig. She's talented and creative. She's using the gifts God gave her to make other people happy. I think that's great!
Many of you know that I like to write, but my style of writing isn't really suited for a novel. I'm more of a storyteller or commentator. I'm much more adept at telling a story or commenting on the world around us than I am at novel writing. Today. It doesn't mean that won't change at some point, but for now, this is it for me. This, and the devotionals I have been a part of writing. I like writing those devotionals too.
But it's not what pays the bills.
That brings me to today's story:
I like baking and I like pastries. I love the little pastry shops in Europe and when we opened the bakery, I had that in my mind. A couple of years after that all fell apart, I had the strangest dream, which I'd like to tell you about.
I was in this grocery store, and in this little nook, shaped like a hallway, there were display cases full of all kinds of pastries. In the dream, I remember how fancy everything looked, but how small it was, and nobody in this busy store but me seemed to be interested. I left with my cart, turned the corner, and found myself in the main bakery of the store. It looked large, and lots of people were milling about. I remember walking up to a barrel and taking out a loaf of bread shaped like an airplane, with four engines. I was surprised that they had a loaf of bread that was shaped like an airplane. I put it in my dart and started to leave, and that's when I woke up.
Both Joseph and Daniel in the Bible say something that I"d like to reiterate here: The interpretation of dreams belongs to God. Sometimes, He allows us to understand things from our dreams, and the thing that I was left with after having it was a thing that I have been reminded of all day today:
God calls us to things. And much like Kimberly uses her gifts as an artist and writer, my gig is aircraft mechanic. I think it's interesting that the airplane was bread, and not a cookie, and it wasn't little, either. This thing was huge. But my bread, my living, came from doing that. The pastry section was small and uncrowded versus the area where I got my airplane bread from which was bustling and busy and large.
We all have callings. I don't yet know what comes after the airplane mechanic thing, but I know that's what was for me. I can look back at the doors God opened to make that happen and know it was Him. I was blessed with a great career. I did things most people in the military never will get to do. And I got paid to do them.
It was God's plan for me and the skills he gave me were suited to perform those tasks. I saw this thing today that reminded me that not all of us are called to build temples. Some are called to serve, to be soldiers, to do the small things that need done. I'm at the end of one career, and not certain what's coming next. But I do know that what I have been is exactly what God made me to be.
And I'm grateful to Him for that.
We had a two minute conversation about writing last Sunday and I told her I'd stop by the coffee shop today to pick up her book today, so at least one person from our church supported her. I hope she sells all her books and a few of her paintings. I'm excited to read her book.
Being an artist and writer is her gig. She's talented and creative. She's using the gifts God gave her to make other people happy. I think that's great!
Many of you know that I like to write, but my style of writing isn't really suited for a novel. I'm more of a storyteller or commentator. I'm much more adept at telling a story or commenting on the world around us than I am at novel writing. Today. It doesn't mean that won't change at some point, but for now, this is it for me. This, and the devotionals I have been a part of writing. I like writing those devotionals too.
But it's not what pays the bills.
That brings me to today's story:
I like baking and I like pastries. I love the little pastry shops in Europe and when we opened the bakery, I had that in my mind. A couple of years after that all fell apart, I had the strangest dream, which I'd like to tell you about.
I was in this grocery store, and in this little nook, shaped like a hallway, there were display cases full of all kinds of pastries. In the dream, I remember how fancy everything looked, but how small it was, and nobody in this busy store but me seemed to be interested. I left with my cart, turned the corner, and found myself in the main bakery of the store. It looked large, and lots of people were milling about. I remember walking up to a barrel and taking out a loaf of bread shaped like an airplane, with four engines. I was surprised that they had a loaf of bread that was shaped like an airplane. I put it in my dart and started to leave, and that's when I woke up.
Both Joseph and Daniel in the Bible say something that I"d like to reiterate here: The interpretation of dreams belongs to God. Sometimes, He allows us to understand things from our dreams, and the thing that I was left with after having it was a thing that I have been reminded of all day today:
God calls us to things. And much like Kimberly uses her gifts as an artist and writer, my gig is aircraft mechanic. I think it's interesting that the airplane was bread, and not a cookie, and it wasn't little, either. This thing was huge. But my bread, my living, came from doing that. The pastry section was small and uncrowded versus the area where I got my airplane bread from which was bustling and busy and large.
We all have callings. I don't yet know what comes after the airplane mechanic thing, but I know that's what was for me. I can look back at the doors God opened to make that happen and know it was Him. I was blessed with a great career. I did things most people in the military never will get to do. And I got paid to do them.
It was God's plan for me and the skills he gave me were suited to perform those tasks. I saw this thing today that reminded me that not all of us are called to build temples. Some are called to serve, to be soldiers, to do the small things that need done. I'm at the end of one career, and not certain what's coming next. But I do know that what I have been is exactly what God made me to be.
And I'm grateful to Him for that.
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