I bought my kids piggy banks. This way they can store up their pennies, nickels, and dimes for the future.
Tucked away in the dark, the coins accumulate and wait for a future day when they will be redeemed for toys or candy.
I have a piggy bank, too. Mine isn’t full of copper and silver; mine’s full of dreams.
I slip them, one by one, into the slot for that someday in the future when they will be used.
Occasionally I take them out and count them, marveling over their potential. Then back into the jar they go.
This way they’re safe; nothing can ruin them.
God wants to smash my piggy bank.
He wants to show me the dreams He has stored up for me; dreams that show how stale and insignificant my dreams are.
Dreams that are immeasurably more…
Because my dreams are all for me, and His dreams are for the good of all.