Dreaming
has always been an integral part of my life. It is the catalyst that sends me
into a frenzy of creativity and wonder, but it is also the thing that sustains
me when times are rough and I can no longer see my way. Just when the circumstantial
cave gets too deep and my last candle gets snuffed out by lack of oxygen, God
sparks a dream or a reminder of an old dream in me, that allows me to breathe
fresh air and relights my flame.
We used
to be ostracized for being day dreamers in school, accused of not paying
attention and that may have been true, but what was really happening, was that
we were being beckoned to a place far more real than the classroom and rote
learning at the time. We were being called to our own reality which did not
include fractions or grammar. Who’s to say that the dreamers of this world need
to remain in a state of mundane living so that they can learn a “skill” to
survive? What if the best way to insure a dreamer’s survival is to let them
enter through the portal of imagination and endless possibility? Isn’t that where all the great inventors and
discoverers lived? Actor’s dream of acting and singers of singing, mostly on a
grand stage in front of a large audience, but dreaming is not limited to those
with what we call “creative” talents. A young man gets his first science kit
and dreams of inventing a cure for disease, a little girl gets a toy stethoscope
and the desire to help heal may be birthed within her at that moment. This
indeed, is a good thing.
The
problem, I have decided, is not with excessive dreaming but with holding on to
our dreams when the impossibilities of life find their voice and begin to drone
out the “could be’s” that we hold so dear to us. Year after year we are told
that we cannot, instead of being encouraged that we can. Negative reality
overtakes us and hypnotizes the dreamer into believing that this is in fact, is
the way our lives will be. We grow tired, weariness puts us in automatic mode
and we wind ourselves up every morning, like toy robots, to perform a duty that
has all the luster of pollen on a spring day. We drift, we wish, but we do not
dream anymore…
I would
like to summon all of the dreamers back to their original childlike states, of
looking into a future created solely by limitless wonder. What if’s are
required to survive here, along with an endless supply of why not me’s? Turn on
the music of your soul and allow God to choreograph the dance to your life. Ask
Him to remind you of the dreams long forgotten and dare Him to take you there…what’s
more, dare yourself to be led. Is it a love, a book, a gourmet meal? Is it a
cure, a trip or a baby? Whatever your dream is…I’ll let you in on a little
secret that I found out long ago. God knew your dream first, in fact, it was
Him who placed it in you…and it is Him that will walk you to your desired
destiny. So go on…dream…with your eyes wide open…
