Today, I was thinking of blogging. Today, I was thinking about what a great weekend I had and how much fun I had with the people I was with and how thankful I am that they walk with Jesus. Today, I was thinking of how incredibly blessed I am to have a job and a job that I love. Today, I am so thankful for a group of students who compliment everything I wear, even when I haven't washed my hair. Today, I was made crazy by a student who was making noises as if to blow up the room and by the other one who so anxiously realized that he didn't have his absent note from Friday. Today, I talked to my sister about a potential job she has and how excited she is. Today, I got out of my car, closed my garage door, walked up to my apartment and passed my neighbor.
The other day, on the way to small group, I was running late and literally walked into a conversation with my neighbor where we got to talk about Jesus and what He is doing in my neighbor's son's life. Love it, it was worth being late over. All of that to say, today I was walking up my sidewalk past my neighbor who was talking to another neighbor and I was thinking of how crazy it is that I have been in Las Vegas almost exactly 5 years. As I'm having this realization, I look down next to the stairs and there are two dandelions. I realize that most people think these are weeds and I refuse to agree. Every time I see them, just like when I see the Orion's Belt in the sky, I am reminded of God's sweet faithfulness.
Five years ago, I drove across the country to a new city, new roommate, new job, new people, new church, new everything... I was scared to say the least. I knew that I was being obedient to what God wanted but I was still scared. Of course, driving 30 hours from my small hometown to Las Vegas was a long, long ride. I had been to Las Vegas before but the view is quite different on a plane than in a car on I-40. I mean let's talk about how there is NOTHING in Arkansas, Arizona, New Mexico, Oklahoma, most of Texas, western Tennessee... very few things to see. Our alphabet game didn't work so well on this trip because there was literally nothing. I'm not sure if I was on another planet by myself or what but when we got around to Amarillo, Texas (which I've never been to besides this road trip), I just could not help but gasp at how big the fields are... it's not like a field is new to me. I grew up within seconds of cotton and corn fields but these fields were different. These fields were full of dandelions, not little ones like the ones next to my sidewalk... they were as big as my fist or bigger. I think I even commented aloud at one point about how much I would like to take off running through the field. It was in riding through those fields on my long trek to Las Vegas that God made a sweet promise to me in my desperate heart. He would be faithful. I tear up as I write this, I cried a bit then. He would be faithful. Even though dandelions come and go and we make wishes with those small flowers (or weeds depending on your opinion), He promised to remain the same. He promised to give me a generation that would dream. He promised to give me the next generation. He promised to allow me to continue dreaming and blowing dandelions in the wind begging him to do something different.
I want to tell you one thing... (what a shame that you read this whole blog to read this one statement, right? :) )... He is faithful, He does not change, and He has not forgotten you. I believe that with my still desperate heart that needs Him more and more everyday. Every single day. May you believe in the dream maker and dream giver and the "one who calls you is faithful. He will do it."
Love you and praying for you as you read this- Melis
