I dream just about every night. Some dreams are wild, crazy, unrealistic figments of my very active imagination that have me flying through outer space with sparkly wings eating a piece of banana cheesecake and squeezing my little son’s cheeks with glee.
What? I know. I said “crazy . . . and active imagination.”
But then there are other dreams that wake me up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, and I know . . . I’ve been in touch with destiny. Purpose has been born, and even if I don’t always know the exact meaning of the dream, I know I’d better “wake up,” be alert and pay attention . . . something’s coming.
One of my favorite authors and speakers, Lisa Bevere, says, “God gives us visions (or dreams) to enlarge us.” No one gets anything big by dreaming small!
Think back to when you were a child. What did you want to be? Do? Go? More importantly, WHO did you want to be? I’m not talking about singing to Mariah Carey in the mirror and wanting to be her. I’m asking you to close your eyes and think back to what type of person you wanted to be. Were you strong, courageous, funny, loving, nurturing? Did you have a small army of children nestled at your feet while you read them goodnight stories or were you taking the corporate world by storm? What did your husband look like? Act like? How did your wife treat you? One thing I’ll bet—you were happy, weren’t you?
So what has happened to us? When did we stop dreaming? Why did we allow the naysayers and the “Debbie Downers” (think SNL) to tell us who we would be or what we would become? When did we believe the nonsense ourselves?
Today, I am asking God to reawaken the dreams in me. I believe He put them for a reason. And if I could look you in the eyes, I’d say the same to you, “Keep Dreamin.'” Because sometimes, dreams really do come true.