I used to have a lot of dreams. Dreams about things I’d like to be or do or accomplish. Dreams are good. They require hope and imagination and a willingness to try something new or hard. They even fuel you on through hard times.
I had so many hopeful dreams. My husband had a dream. Of getting a Ph.D. We prayed, we asked God and the people around us and we received our answer. Go and do it. Did we expect it to be easy? No. But we sure didn’t expect it to be as hard as it has been. We’re still waiting for the completion of this dream. Waiting. Praying. Hoping.
Somewhere over the past 8 years of pursuing his dream, I lost a lot of my dreams. First I put some of them on hold, knowing that we had to focus solely on my husband’s education. Then slowly, some of them died or disappeared, not to be replaced.
The death of a dream is heartbreaking and even crushing. You’ve wanted something your whole life maybe, and you find out you’ll never get it. You grieve. You weep. You wonder if anything can replace that dream or desire.
Maybe you didn’t even realize you lost your dreams until it came time to awaken them. And then you realized they were changed or lost or broken.
I am in a place now where it is time for me to awaken my dreams. But I need to find them first. Some aren’t there anymore. Some changed. Some seem impossible. Some, as I found out this week, won’t happen for a long, long time. And I wept. I feel lost myself, wondering if God still has dreams for me? I am asking for them, praying for them. For new ones. For courage to fight for old ones. For renewal. For peace and most of all…..for hope.
Hope is really powerful. You can’t have dreams without hope.
She was a dream once. It’s good to remember times when God answered your prayers or brought dreams to life. I prayed for her, asked for her and needed a sign of God being with us through a very difficult time. He answered with her. Not all of His answers are easy. Or make sense. Or are even what you asked for. But somehow, His answers are exactly what you need.
He has dreams, too, and with all of my heart, I want to see them come true. I put mine on hold to see some of his dreams through. No, not because I’m a great person. I failed too many times over the past 8 (or 10, if you count the first Masters!) years to be understanding or patient with all of the sacrifice it required. No, I didn’t do it because I’m anything special, I did it because I love him and I believed in his dreams, too. Dreams are important. And I pray, oh how I pray, that God will give my husband his dreams. And hope.
If you have a dream, one that you’ve tucked away for a long while or haven’t pursued out of fear or uncertainty, I urge you not to give up. It may require some courage. Stepping out on a limb. Some sacrifice. Some hope. A lot of trust. But I, for one, want to be your encourager. A supporter of dreams. A cheerleader. Someone who pushes you on when you aren’t sure if you can do it.
I just need to learn to do this for myself. Will you be my encourager? Will you pray with me, that God would give me dreams, the courage to follow them and some hope, too? I want to be used. To serve. To learn to come out of my safe little shell and love others.
“Hope is a waking dream.” -Aristotle.
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” -Eleanor Roosevelt