[the story of a tire]

[the story of a tire]

The story itself is not one of my own. It has been shared today by a good friend of mine and I loved it so much that I couldn’t not share it with y’all.

When my friend was just a little boy, he did not have lots of toys to play with. The toys that he and his siblings were given as presents for Christmas or other celebrations were taken by their mom since she said that she would take better care of them. So, since a kid still needs toys to play with, there were two ways out: to steal toys from other kids or to make toys himself.

One of the “toys” my friend had was an old worn-out tire. Yes, a tire – the one that goes on the wheel of a car. He used to envision himself a truck driver who would travel to different countries as it was his dream. When you don’t have much, you become rather creative therefore I can easily imagine my friend enjoying the time with the tire.

Obviously, God enjoyed observing my friend play because later in life He did grant him numerous opportunities to really travel. I don’t even know all the countries where my friend has been to. And it all started with a dream of a little boy who did not have any toys except for a tire.

No one’s ever seen or heard anything like this, never so much as imagined anything quite like it – what God has arranged for those who love him.

1 Corinthians 2:9, MSG

With the God who calls us His children, we have the opportunity to dream BIG. Don’t confine yourselves in a little box of “Oh, I don’t think I can do it.” You can’t. God can.

We never know what God has in store for us – because like Isaiah and Paul said, no one can even IMAGINE what He’s prepared because it is so amazingly cool.

DREAM BIG, my friends, DREAM BIG.

  • This awesome. So encouraging. Dream big.

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    • πŸ™‚ yeah, when i heard this story, i thought "i gotta share because everyone would be able to relate." glad you enjoyed it.

      good to see you here, Michael πŸ™‚

  • My dream as a kid was to be a professional baseball player and then a professional basketball player. I lost interest in baseball when I started playing basketball and I wasn't good enough to even play beyond the bench in high school. But never would I have dreamed the life of serving God as a pastor that He has taken me on-one of ups and downs- and one I would not trade for all the money or riches in the world. This is where my dreams were unfulfilled but God's dreams for me were so much greater. Sorry to have gone on (and maybe off topic). Have a great weekend my Ukrainian friend.
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    • well, you're a professional soul-caretaker now πŸ™‚ so i guess a part of your dreams has been fulfilled πŸ™‚

      and don't worry about long comments – i love feedback (and besides, i've spammed your blog numerous times πŸ˜€ )

      *hugs* for you and Jo. have a great weekend too, big brother πŸ™‚
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