Have you identified the obstacle that caused you to give in, up, or out on God’s dream for you? Pick the dream back up, or if you have too, break the glass container you’ve immortalized it in there in the recesses of that museum in your mind that you visit whenever you feel like God has deserted you. Stop looking it with those longing eyes—grab hold of it and head for the exit. Get back on track—God’s not done!
The dream in this story did not stop with Terah because the dream did not belong to Terah, it belonged to God. It was God-sized. Remember what we learned earlier: man-sized dreams don’t require any faith at all to fulfill. When Terah entombed the dream, God resurrected it, dusted the dust off of it, and passed it from father to son—from Terah to Abram, the eldest son.
Genesis 12:1-3 records this God-sized dream in all its glory: Now the Lord said to Abram, “Go forth from your country, and from your relatives, and from your father’s house, to a land I will show you; and I will make you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great; and so you shall be a blessing; and I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse. And in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”
What a dream! It must have blown Abram’s circuits—boggled his mind—forced him to take a seat and scratch his turbaned head for a while. This dream was bigger than he could comprehend. All God-sized dreams are that way. They have their birth in the mind of an infinite Creator. God dreams big. Here’s another principle that will help you in your journey of partnering with God in dreaming God-sized dreams: God-sized dreams are far bigger than our finite minds can comprehend, so they must be apprehended by faith alone.
Comprehension of what God had just promised was way beyond Abram’s ability at that moment, so the next move would require more than education, or ability, or capability. Abram’s next move would require something that excites God—simple faith. Abram believed God and got back on the interstate to Canaan.
He left everything—the land of his birth, his father, and his inheritance—his ticket to easy street. He stepped out in faith and took his wife Sarai and headed for a destination with God as his tour guide. No map, no hotel or restaurant reservations, no idea of what lay ahead, or of what they would face once they reached wherever it was that they were going. He loaded up their camels like Jed Clampett and the Beverly Hillbillies, and headed West.