I’m a dreamer by nature … a why girl. I’m passionate about most everything I do, and honestly, sometimes it’s a curse. I’m one of those people who is constantly thinking of some new “what” for my “why …” some new adventure that will let me fulfill the calling God has for my life. I’m energized by new things, grand things, exciting things.

But lately, I’ve been feeling God call me to scale back my dreams.

Motherhood is the hardest assignment I've ever been given and the most extraordinary life that exists.

Not to decrease their size, but to take them from the big to the small. I attempt to dream outward—big impact in big places. God encourages me not to neglect to dream inward, for my family—big impact in small places. What could God do in my own home?

What could He do, if …?

Inside my house there are two tweenage boys who just might change the world … might change just one person’s life for the better … if they’re taught how. And who is there to teach them if I don’t do it well? Who is there to fight for them if I don’t put on my gloves and get in the ring?  If I’m so busy dreaming outward, who is there to dream with them, for them?

I wonder …

What could God do if I inspired them with stories of missionaries who changed the world?

What could God do if I taught them to serve others by modeling it to them first?

What could God do if I invested in their friendships almost as much as I invested in them?

What could God do if I believed His word, and lived like I believed it?

What could God do if I invited people IN instead of looking out?

What could God do if I took the time to teach them His word by the way I lived?

What could God do if my husband and I loved God and each other wildly and sacrificially right here in our own home?

What if we dreamed big dreams IN before we dreamed big dreams OUT?

Could my home be home base for the work of God?

My home, where He teaches the fundamentals of faith that inspire a generation to change the world?

My home, where the next Nate Saint, or Jim Elliot, or George Muller, might be living?

My home, where the next good, solid, trustworthy, hardworking husband and father might be living?

Inside my home there just might be an answer to the world’s greatest problem. Or there might just be a future father who loves a child well, and changes the entire course of a generation to come. Either way, I’m inspired just by thinking about the possibilities for my home!

Motherhood is the hardest assignment I’ve ever been given and the most extraordinary life that exists (<<—Tweet that!).

But I’m willing to dream big for it, pray big for it, fight big for it, and expect God to be faithful to it … because He says He will.

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