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How Does Faith in a God-Given Dream Change the World?

Companion Blog Post for:

Write Your Life With Grace, Fruit of the Spirit Guided Journal (October, 2016)

September: A Month of Faithfulness

Concept Week 4

“Faith turns God-given dreams into reality for the benefit of others.”

What I love about the reality shows American Idol, America’s Got Talent, and The Voice, is the raw talent that seemingly comes out of nowhere. How many times has there been a contestant who lived in a town of 300 or 3,000, had never been on an airplane, and when they open their mouth to sing it brings the audience to a frenzy of jaw-dropping tears and thunderous applause. The waiter or single-mom barely scraping by is suddenly thrust to the world-stage belting octaves only an angel can touch.

Every fiber of our being is electrified when we witness a person using their gift.

What makes me crazy is the number of people who waste what they’ve been given, falsely believing they are not talented enough, smart enough, or good enough. We all lose when a gift is not opened.

What holds you back from stepping into YOU and all that you were created to be?

We’ve been talking this month about faith (trusting in God’s character). How does faith work in regards to our dreams? If we replace the word faith with its definition, it might look something like this:

(Trusting in God’s character) empowers a God-given dream to change or impact someone’s life.

That’s a nice way to look at it. It takes some of the weight off of my plate and moves it to God’s plate. But it still needs fleshing out because there is more to the equation.

God’s character: trustworthy, wise, infinite resources, all knowing—past, present, future, creator of all things, provider, lover of all people including you and me, giver of life, joyful, humorous, and good.

God-given dreams: God is the Dream-Giver; He places dreams in ALL of our hearts along with the necessary passions, skill-sets, talents, and unique gifts to make them reality. Why? To benefit the rest of us. To fill the world with color, inspiration, love, charity, wisdom, healing, order, and provision. Your dream has a purpose.

God did not put resources in your soul to benefit you. God put resources in your soul to benefit us.

If God puts a dream in your heart, doesn’t it stand to reason He would want you to accomplish it? Would He give you a dream and say, “Good luck!” No. Would He give you a dream and say, “You’re not good enough or talented enough to pull this off”? No, because He has people waiting to receive your gift!

Your dream and the resources in your soul are not about you. God’s character is to empower you to be a blessing. His character is to use His resources in conjunction with the resources He put in your heart so that together you can be a game-changer to benefit the world. But you have to trust Him. Don’t waste that faith opportunity.

–Tara Schiro is the author of the newly released, Write Your Life With Grace, Fruit of the Spirit Guided Journal (October, 2016, Xulon Press), and No Arms, No Legs, No Problem, the memoir of bronze-medal Paralympian (Quad Rugby), Bob Lujano. Both books are available on, Ingram, and Barnes & Noble.

The Week in Review: Debates, Paris, Homeless, Buckeyes, and the all-important Red Cup


A dizzying array of events in the span of a few days seems chaotic. From the 10,000 foot level I see a mass of human beings side-by-side and then frantically separating into groups, and endless re-groups, to stand behind each new issue as the day presents.

The political parties launch mud-balls from opposite corners of the screen. Two undefined (I’m not really sure who these people are) groups debate the sanctity and identity of the red cup because apparently the beverage is heavenly. The mentally-ill homeless man beats actress Pauley Perrette in front of her Hollywood home. Bombs explode and gun-fire erupts. Again. These mini-groups of ‘for and against’ stop fighting and scurry together into a large group to pray for the most recent fallen; this time it’s Paris.

The mass stands arm-in-arm for a few hours to mourn the horrific but like a Kaleidoscope, it separates yet again and new groupings appear as solutions to the problems are argued (it’s always the other group’s fault) and the calendar turns to Saturday. College football re-organizes the pseudo-communities that fight against each other socially or politically or religiously to chant in unison for the scoreboard to move in their favor.

Social profile pictures change or colors are added with each new event, to reflect the group we now stand in in light of the trauma of the day. ‘Stand-up for this group!’ ‘Raise money for that group!’ ‘Don’t purchase that product!’ ‘Protest!’ ‘Don’t talk about that!’ ‘Those people are the problem!’ ‘Everyone has a right to be heard! Everyone has a voice!’ ‘Do what’s good for you; your truth is your truth and my truth is my truth!’ ‘Don’t say that; it offends me!’ ‘Don’t take away my rights!’ ‘Score!’ ‘We are the champions!’

Sometimes I’m not sure where to stand.

I wonder if God ever looks at his creation from the 10,000 foot level and shakes his head as if to say, ‘Y’all are missing the point.’

“I woke up this morning
Saw a world full of trouble now
Thought, how’d we ever get so far down
“Well, I just couldn’t bear the thought of
People living in poverty
Children sold into slavery
The thought disgusted me
“So, I shook my fist at Heaven
Said, “God, why don’t You do something?”
He said, “I did, I created you.””
(Lyrics are from the song, “Do Something” by Matthew West)

“Be strong. Take courage. Don’t be intimidated. Don’t give them a second thought because God, your God, is striding ahead of you. He’s right there with you. He won’t let you down; he will never leave you.” Deut 31:6

I’m standing in God’s group.

–Tara Schiro is the author of “No Arms, No Legs, No Problem: When life happens you can wish to die or choose to live,” now available on Amazon, Ingram Spark, and Barnes & Noble.

Playtime at the Orphanage in Africa

The late sun cast a glow of Oscar gold on the girls’ faces and on the fields of lush green crops behind them. Four or five of them sat in the patch of grass in a circle, legs crossed Indian style, each with palms up and slapping against the palms to their left and right in rhythmic beats to the song  they sang in Luo. Stella in her red dress, Lucky with those wide and gracious eyes, Pesca in her bright teal and pink with the spirit of an ornery five year old, Sarah shy in pink, and Eunice, soaking it all in from a distance. A chicken strode peacefully toward them but kept a safe distance in the dirt as the girls giggled and fell over at the end of each round. Faster and faster they slapped, keeping perfect cadence with their chants.

Scott was nicknamed “the tree.” He is tall, about 6’4″. The kids loved to play chase with him.  He ran towards them with a loud “ROOAAARRRR”, long arms outstretched wide to catch them as they laughed and screamed and tried to run away; a group of them scattering and laughing, and then reconvening for protection and then scattering again as he sped closer. They never tired of taunting him so he would chase them. He never tired of their joy, the squeals and smiles of contentedness.

Pappa T, who glows with an aura of boyish charm and meeknees, climbed to the top of the mattresses stacked in the main hut, “surfing” on them. Several of the boys followed him up there to make the stack sway even farther. Mamma Sylvia quickly scolded her husband, through a smile, for being a bad influence; but we couldn’t help but laugh. It was funny to see a grown man being mischievous and trying to get away with it. He did.

Gymnastics really gets them going. Cartwheels, somersaults, and rolls…but no-one could top the boy who can walk several feet on his hands!

On one of the last nights we were there, I pulled Eunice aside. She’s a thinker and a learner. “Let me teach you a game,” I said. We sat facing each other in the warm glow as the sun made its final decent behind the corn. “Palms up.” I showed her the clapping rhythm: right, clap, left, clap, clap, back, front, clap, to be repeated throughout the song.  Then I taught her the lyrics as I learned them when I was a girl:

Say say oh playmate,

Come out and play with me!

And bring your dollies three,

Climb up my apple tree!

Slide down my rainbow,

Into my cellar door!

And we’ll be jolly friends,

Forever more, more,

More, more, more, more !

The other girls wanted to play too, so several of us paired up to teach the clapping game. Eunice caught on quickly with the rhythm but struggled a bit to remember the English song. I took out my journal, the one with the peach colored lined pages adorned with butterflies and flowers, and wrote down the words. She smiled brightly and I could see the wheels turning. “Now this is your job,” I said, tearing out the page and handing it to her, “to teach the other girls. When you sing the friendship song, you will remember that even though we live on the other side of the world, we will be friends forever.” She was beaming, her smile emanating a glow of companionship. She took the paper and got up to go practice by herself.

On the last night, after the goodbyes were sung, Eunice found me in the dark courtyard and pulled me into the light powered by the generator. She was ready to show me that she had memorized the song. Shy, and afraid to start, I said, “I’ll sing with you.” We sang and clapped together with perfect rhythm. “Friends forever,” she said with a hug that will stay with me for a lifetime. “Friends forever,” I said.

–Tara Schiro is the author of “No Arms, No Legs, No Problem: When life happens, you can wish to die or choose to live” NOW AVAILABLE on Amazon and Barnes and Noble