Impossible Dreams?

I've been reading "The Wisdom of Tenderness”, Brennan Manning. Here’s an excerpt from the dream chapter…

"This is what the world expects from our rhetoric. This is what the world
longs to see: men and women who honor the Father by their reverence for life,
prophets and lovers aglow with the given tenderness of Jesus' own Spirit, people
who live only to love and to reveal love to others. The world craves
evidence that the impossible dream is possible, that love exists, that it has a
name, that it's the only option for happiness in this world and eternal joy in
the next.

If you have a dream, it's only a dream; if I have a dream, it remains but a dream. But if we all have the same dream, even if it's an impossible dream, it will become reality."

That resonates in my heart. As soon as the life within me began connecting with His, I started looking for Him at work in the church and in others. Analyzing. It's funny actually. I've lived TRYING to live this truth from the other perspective... the one attempting to show HIM to the world, by my own power. Really not connecting the truth that someone along the way was used to show me the dream and that I’m still watching for it in others. It's what makes truth believable! Does it really work; is it/he real? Sometimes I felt disappointed honestly, but still searched for Him in this life, hoped for Him. By this seeking and hoping He guided me into a relationship that searches together all the while gaining Him. No longer do I look primarily for that life in the beloved, accept for the opportunity to bond with those hearts, but now blessed with the certainty of His presence and power slowly grabbing a hold of the reality of my blessedness. Asking, Seeking and Finding day by day the way to pass that hope and His Love on to another! I'm obviously never better, only hopefully obviously found.

I certainly have dreams! I'm inspired by the miraculous power of God to change hearts. I desire faith enough to beg of those miracles. At the same time... Can I? I mean the Spirit does His work. I can't force another and God WILL NOT force another. So, how do my requests for hearts to be filled instigate change? It is evidence of His passion running through my veins. He's surely doing everything He can already with every living being! Attempting with passion to melt hearts by His presence, lovingly extending the action of His Spirit among them even in their ignorance. Is it mine to be his by putting me away, giving me to him?

We hopefully, faithfully pray that God will shield them/us from Satan's fiery arrows. That God will bind Satan so that the hearts around us will not be distracted by his tricks and enticements. I guess that's the way to intercede. It’s a fierce longing for efficiency in prayer, to be attentive to His heart and leading, getting out of the way as HE works in this world through me. It reminds me of the first time, as a high school freshman, I stepped on the basketball court with the Varsity. My previous experience limited to jr high games with other jr high girls. What a difference! How embarrassing, but what a challenge… as I realized it was time to run to the other end, I’d noticed they were ALL already at half court! When I’d finally find the person I was guarding… they were scoring a basket! Fortunately that awkwardness ended and thankfully I remember only one game that way. Oh I desire a familiarity, tenderness, vulnerability, trust with God’s Spirit that’s able to see with the eyes of Christ. To have hands and a face that’s no longer visible to the world but only His likeness through me in step and on time with the action of His LOVE!