It was a Friday night, after a long, but good week. I felt drained of energy to the point of not being able to put two words together. When I reach this point, I have learned that the best thing for me is to go to a theater, eat popcorn, and watch a movie to escape for a couple of hours. So, I did.
As I was driving to the theater, a word came to mind that had been coming to my mind all week …
Dream.
I pondered the word, yet again …
dream.
Why was this word popping into my consciousness? What was that one word asking of, and requiring from me?
Dream
Was I simply too tired for a movie, and should be home dreaming in my pj’s between the sheets (that was a no brainer)? Should I be dreaming? What was the dream? How big was it? And what would it cost me?
I have to say that, by nature, I am a dreamer. My earliest memories of childhood were of playing with dolls and dreaming of the day that I would have my own, real babies. I can remember being a student in a classroom, after classroom, grade after grade, who would be staring out the window, daydreaming (one of my earliest memories of my UN-diagnosed ADD). My strongest memories of almost all of our homes is standing at the kitchen sink, staring outside, dreaming.
I am a dreamer.
Well, I settled into my movie theater seat, nibbling on the buttery popcorn (temporarily ignoring myfitnesspal), and that word continued to haunt me …
dream.
Sadly the movie started fifteen minutes late, and I was saddled with that word longer than I’d hoped I would.
Why aren’t you dreaming?
The word was getting personal. Thankfully the movie started, and I was able to escape reality for a couple of hours … or so I thought.
The movie was about fulfilling a dream, dreams really, of a number of people. It was primarily about the fulfilling of dreams that had been gathering dust in the lives of the characters. It was about the life, the real, conscious-living type of life, that chasing after those dreams gives.
I left the theater consumed with thoughts of dreaming. More haunting! And more resistance from my being, because I knew that my dream was too big to ever come true.
I needed music, so to the radio in my van I went for more diversion.
There was a speaker just coming on, a speaker who I loved to hear. He always made me think, made me laugh … a great combination!
As his program started, a word, a name came to mind … Jabez, and then it was gone, and I settled into my drive home, ready to be awakened from dreaming, and into reality by the teaching of the program just to begin.
“Lord I pray that you will expand the tent pegs of my life, intensify the use of my life.”
Oh no! I knew of those words! Words that have been used in discussing the prayer of Jabez (see more from yesterday’s post) from 1 Chronicles 4:10:
“Jabez cried out to the God of Israel,
“Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory!
Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm
so that I will be free from pain.”
And God granted his request.”
More dreaming …
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