When God Plants the Dream
I’ve built businesses before—successful ones. Dreams that took off even in seasons when my relationship with God was more distant than it is today. I look back at some of those years and wonder how in the world anything thrived. I was hustling in my own strength, piecing life together with whatever grit and determination I could find. But now? Now my husband and I are building something that feels holy. Something we know God called us to. Something we’ve prayed for, prepared for, sacrificed for… something we believed with our whole hearts had God’s fingerprints all over it. And yet, it feels like everything is coming against it. Every plan we set. Every timeline we try to follow. Every step forward seems to meet resistance we didn’t expect. And I found myself asking God, “Why now? Why this? Why does this feel harder when I’m closer to You than I’ve ever been in my life?” But here’s the truth I’m learning: When God plants a dream, resistance often comes next. Not because the dream is wrong. Not because you misheard Him. Not because you’re out of alignment. But because what God plants in you carries weight in the Kingdom—and anything that carries Kingdom weight will be fought.
I used to believe that if God gave the idea, everything would fall into place easily. Like the idea itself was the map and the provision all at once. But dreams don’t grow in the air. They grow in the soil. And the soil always pushes back before it breaks open. The delays we’re facing… the unexpected expenses… the closed doors… the timing that feels off… none of that means God has stepped away. If anything, it means He’s closer than ever—protecting, rerouting, and shaping the dream in ways we can’t yet see. This season doesn’t mean the promise is in danger. It means the promise is being strengthened.
God isn’t just building a business through us. He’s building endurance. He’s building character. He’s building spiritual authority. He’s building a foundation strong enough to hold the weight of the ministry we want to create on our land. A sanctuary. A place for the hurting. A place for the rebuilding. A place where healing and hope aren’t just words, but something you can actually breathe in the air. And that kind of work—that kind of dream… will always be met with resistance. Because hell sees what’s coming before we do.
But here’s where my faith stands today: God has not changed His mind. We are not off-track. We are not fighting alone. And nothing—absolutely nothing—can uproot a seed God Himself planted. If you’re reading this and you’re in your own season of resistance, let me say this as gently and boldly as I can: What’s getting in your way might be what God is using to prepare you. The delay is not denial. The map has not changed. And the provision is already on its way. So we keep building. We keep praying. We keep walking the land that God gave us. We keep speaking life over the dream that’s still breaking through the soil. And we trust… deeply, fiercely, fully—that the God who started this will finish it. He always does.
