Sierra V. Fedorko

When your young it’s easy to get caught up in dreaming big. Movies, T.V. shows, and countless storylines are often propelling us forward with ideas that we can do ANYTHING and do it successfully after a montage of some failure, of course.

I’m not mad about that.

It’s good to dream.

But when you’re 29 years old you might find yourself discovering that you actually like your quiet life. You like writing to your small readership. You like that you don’t have the pressure to keep up with social media trends. You enjoy a social media presence so inconsequential that your time and creative endeavors are your own. (You don’t have to reach and learn and strain for stats’ sake.) You like working hard but working quiet. You experience happiness when putting together seasonal mail for your family, unearthing the cozy ink stamps buried at the thrift store, or purchasing a sticker booklet for both your Nature Journal and Garden Journal.

Live this life, you’ve learned. This one.

And so I’ve been thinking lately that maybe these 13+ years of writing and never cracking the algorithm or making significant dents in “stats” was actually God’s preservation of my desires and my small dreams.

Certainly God has protected me over the years and bestowed grace, mercy, comfort, and help in abundance as I have written and reached and tried.

But I’m discovering that in these things and over all these years, He’s also given me exactly what I truly desire. A quiet life, where small dreams burst in the garden and in my journals and where the goats graze and the buttercups bloom outside my bedroom window.

No matter how this readership grows or how many more books I write (because there will be more), and how those books are received, I’m finding out that I’m already sitting in my small dreams come true. And this smallness which would better be described as “quiet, peaceful, in wonder” is to be treasured and protected. It is a gift from God, this life I have discovered right at my fingertips.

Over the years, God has used plenty of things to open my eyes to the wondrous life at hand, but the one thing that feels most notable to me is when I got off Instagram almost 2 years ago now. Without the noise and the grunt work of that app, I’ve had so much space to be.

In simply being I have seen the gift of that, the depth of it, the wonder of the life at hand and the happy fullness of each season.

I am no longer strained beneath weight I never had to hold. I am rejuvenated, small dreams everywhere true!

Never hesitate or hedge when the Holy Spirit prompts you to do something, to say no or yes, to step away or step into. Listen and obey.

In obedience to God, you will be living your best life as they say. And it will *likely* look nothing like the movies and what a relief.

What God knew I actually needed is now what I want.

Isn’t that something? He truly is kind!

Tell me…what dreams do you have now since you’ve outgrown your teens and twenties? Is it possible quite a few of those dreams have already come true? Are coming true every day? I’m living in small dreams everywhere true. In the quiet and purposeful way my life unfolds in the garden, from the bedroom window, and in each season of my soul, my womanhood, and those of the earth.

All praise to the Lord of my life.