A dream is a wish your heart makes...
I don't think you have to be fast asleep.
In a dream you will lose your heartache...
Whatever you wish for, you keep.
We all have dreams. Some of them are little, like "I'd really love to make a pizza from scratch some day." Others, expensive, "What I wouldn't give to go to Italy..." Some of our dreams are loud, usually those are the ones we've given up on... "I always wanted to be a movie star."
But some dreams are quiet. It's those quiet ones that burrow down into your soul and take root. Then they sprout when you aren't even looking. Sometimes these dreams are so persistent they don't even require your care. They're so much a part of you that when you least expect it, there they are.
In my life, I've had many of my dreams come true. I'm married to my best friend. I have three healthy children. I write books--next year, I have four releasing. And yes, I am pretty darn excited about that.
So a part of me thinks it's unfair for me to dream of anything but the life I have right now.
But even still, there are a few dreams that hang around. And they surface when I'm least expecting them too. Sometimes I find I'm so dead set on safety and security that I cling to what I know. What I don't know scares me. To death.
But have you ever noticed that many dreams become reality out of sheer need? Often it takes dire circumstances to push you toward taking that little sprout and watering it--to give it wings and watch it grow.
I picture my dream, the one I've buried deep in my heart, like a precious jewel. Right now, I've polished it and tucked it away in a little box and hidden it away under my mattress. I know it's still there but I don't have time to put it on display. It'll keep, right? It'll be there when I do have time to get back to it.
I guard that jewel with my life. I watch over it. I protect it. I make sure it's safe. But I don't open that box. Because if I do, I'll remember all the emotion that goes along with that jewel--when I first got it, why it's so important, how it would make me feel to slip it on and go out dancing.
And I remember that tiny truth I had so many years ago...God puts the desires in your heart so you'll ask him for them.
And in the dark, when no one else is looking, I go to that box. I crack the lid carefully and drink in the beauty of the jewel God gave me in the quiet place of my heart. And I wonder what it would take. What would it really take to make that dream come true?
And is it crazy? Yes. Probably. Is it scary? Absolutely.
But what if...?
What if that dream isn't meant to float around inside your head anymore? What are we so afraid of?