I think it is safe to say, It is all out of the bag now. Christmas is over and organizing our survival kit for 2017 is at the top of our list. Here’s my question…Is it appropriate to reflect on dreams in January? I think so. Since we just celebrated the culmination of the Greatest of all Dreams that originated in God’s heart, executed by Jesus, the Son, and sustained by the Holy Spirit. We get to live in the abundance of the Spirit in the here and now because of the coming of God, Immanuel, Jesus with us…God came in flesh to rescue us from the clutches of Satan and the burden of trying to figure life out on our own. We are living the Dream! So, what is your dream? What are you praying for…longing for? For what does your heart ache?
Dreams are full of hope and hope is what keeps us going when our world turns upside down? You’re the Dreamer…the dream belongs to you. Suddenly you find yourself face to face with a dream crusher, whatever form that takes. Individual? Circumstantial? Life? God? When life’s door bursts, open and hell rushes in to steal your dream…what to do when your world, turns against you? A dream worthy of dreaming is a dream that has the potential to be pulverized into fine powder, blown away by a deep sigh of pain, and/or washed away by the torrent of tears that flood the soul taking any vestige of lingering hope, and leaving you with empty hands! And more importantly, a broken and bleeding heart. How do you forgive the one who slams your dream to the ground, and stomps on it, whether intentionally or not? What do you do when your dream goes up in smoke, and disintegrates right before your eyes? You know it has been in the throes of death for a while, as you struggle to do many different resuscitation efforts (much like Sarah and Abraham). Unwilling to acknowledge these death throes you dragged it around until the weight was more than you could carry. It finally breathed its last and you rolled over with your heart in your stomach acknowledging…It’s Gone! Your dream succumbed to death, taking a part of you with it. Hopelessness rises up within you, passion for life dies, heart shatters, lights go out, and depression moves in. There is a palpable numbness about picking your head up off the pillow, and putting one foot in front of the other each day. How does one keep from succumbing to the numbness in the deepest part of our being? Or perhaps you were caught suddenly in a tsunami, the doors of your life burst open and your dream suddenly disintegrated right before your eyes. In either case, you have to deal with a crushed, and shattered dream that has suddenly gone up in smoke, right before your very eyes.
Dreams are full of hope and hope is what keeps us going when our world turns upside down? You’re the Dreamer…the dream belongs to you. Suddenly you find yourself face to face with a dream crusher, whatever form that takes. Individual? Circumstantial? Life? God? When life’s door bursts, open and hell rushes in to steal your dream…what to do when your world, turns against you? A dream worthy of dreaming is a dream that has the potential to be pulverized into fine powder, blown away by a deep sigh of pain, and/or washed away by the torrent of tears that flood the soul taking any vestige of lingering hope, and leaving you with empty hands! And more importantly, a broken and bleeding heart. How do you forgive the one who slams your dream to the ground, and stomps on it, whether intentionally or not? What do you do when your dream goes up in smoke, and disintegrates right before your eyes? You know it has been in the throes of death for a while, as you struggle to do many different resuscitation efforts (much like Sarah and Abraham). Unwilling to acknowledge these death throes you dragged it around until the weight was more than you could carry. It finally breathed its last and you rolled over with your heart in your stomach acknowledging…It’s Gone! Your dream succumbed to death, taking a part of you with it. Hopelessness rises up within you, passion for life dies, heart shatters, lights go out, and depression moves in. There is a palpable numbness about picking your head up off the pillow, and putting one foot in front of the other each day. How does one keep from succumbing to the numbness in the deepest part of our being? Or perhaps you were caught suddenly in a tsunami, the doors of your life burst open and your dream suddenly disintegrated right before your eyes. In either case, you have to deal with a crushed, and shattered dream that has suddenly gone up in smoke, right before your very eyes.
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