(I am reposting this post for a blogging friend of mine, Laura at The Wellblog. After reading this post of hers, I thought I would share my dreaming thoughts again. Laura, it's okay to dream!
This is a repost from 2005. Yes, I've been blogging for 4 years. Call me word crazy! Here we go:)Yesterday at a friend’s house for a fall brunch, I sat and ate with five women I didn’t know. With a list of icebreaker questions we kept the conversation going.
What is one of your dreams? Elaborate.I blurted out, “I have lots of dreams. I want to go on a mission’s trip, learn a second language, learn to play an instrument, and open up a coffee house for teens/twenties."
I didn’t mention these dreams:
Write a book. (I have four ideas.)
Go on a week’s vacation with my husband to Alaska or somewhere tropical. (We never had a honeymoon. We eloped in Las Vegas.)
Visit every state in the US. (To see the diversity of our country.)
Go on a mission’s trip with my family. (To experience serving others as a family)
Visit the Holy Land.
Host a foreign exchange student.
Volunteer at the Special Olympics.
I could add more, but I won’t bore you.
Out of the six of us, only one other gal shared saying, “I know this is a kid thing, but I'd like to swim with dolphins someday.”
“You don’t have to be a kid to swim with dolphins," I said.
The other ladies couldn’t think of anything.
Not
one thing.
I felt naked sharing my dreams with strangers. Yet it felt good. Maybe my sharing inspired one of them to dream again.
Why don’t we dream anymore? Is dreaming something only kids do? I feel sad for people without a dream. My guess is everyone has at least one.
Where have all the dreamers gone?
The Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson is a great book about dreaming. I believe God gave us all a dream. But for some reason, we think we’re too old, or our dream is silly or too big. So we discredit it. We hide it and pretend it’s not there. We’re ashamed to share the secret dream of our hearts. Why?
I’m heartbroken by this. Some people are naturally the "dreamer type" more than others. But let’s face it, we all dream. I want to know why we let our dreams die.
Last week, I saw the movie The Dreamer. Loved it. Cried too, of course. I relate to the girl with the horse. I’m a dreamer.
I dream of making a difference, helping the helpless, experiencing all of God’s creation, and trying and learning new things. I'm hopeful.
Last year, my family and I attended our neighbor’s graduation. He was about 40, married with children, graduating from tech school. I loved watching him receive his diploma. I cried watching a man in his 70’s walk on stage to receive his. He never gave up on his dream. Wow!
What if one of our dreams is actually a desire God gave us, one He wants us accomplish in our lifetime?
Let’s not ignore our dreams, big or small. Let’s start dreaming again. Dream for the fun of it. Write it down. Dream huge. Then take baby steps towards achieving it each day. And watch it become a reality.
Our God is able. His dreams for us are bigger than we could ever hope or imagine.
Without dreamers, we wouldn’t have the light bulb, telephones, computers, airplanes, electricity, Peanut M&M's, potato chips, a pen, a pillow, a hairbrush, or an eyelash curler. We need dreamers.
Dreams start as seeds. Seeds grow with proper care slowly over time. Maybe this reminder is just what you need. Dreams aren’t just for kids. And if you think they are, remember who you are. A child of God. Be that kid again and . . . dream!
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PS Derek and I went to Alaska in 2006! Thank you, Lord, for letting a dream of mine come true. I still have some of the same dreams from 2005, but some are no longer up there on my dream list. They've been replaced with new dreams!!