Friday, February 6, 2015

Dreamy Thoughts

Or, more accurately, "Thoughts on Dreams."  As in, a bunch of random thoughts on dreams that don't exactly go together, except they are on the same subject.

I'm a dreamer; my husband is a realist.  Maybe I've always known this, but I feel like this is a new revelation about me.  I feel like it is something I have suppressed for years and years, because my husband is a realist.  Who wants to dream dreams when you know someone will just tell you how unrealistic they are?  He's never done it on purpose, but in the name of peace keeping I've kept my dreams to myself all this time because I know what he'll say.  Well, no more.  We discussed this fact today, and I told him just to go with it when I start dreaming.  I don't think my dreams are crazy, and I also know they are just dreams.  I like to think of myself as a realistic dreamer, enjoying the process of dreaming while knowing the practicality of the situations.

I don't really want all my dreams to come true.  If I did, I would work for them. I would scrap and fight and never die.  But I think I don't really want to be a hard-core gardener or learn how to compost.  Because I don't like the smell of mud.  But the thought of being a hard-core gardener and living on acreage is still a dreamy dream of mine.  I have other dreams too, but the more I think about them and how they would come to fruition, I think that maybe I don't really want them to come true after all.  But I like dreaming about them.  Or maybe I just read too many books.

Hebrews 11:13 - "All these people died still believing what God had promised them.  They did not receive what was promised, but they saw it all from a distance and welcomed it.  They agreed that they were foreigners and nomads here on earth."  This verse comes smack in the middle of the Heroes of Faith chapter, where you read stories about all the greats and the faith they had.  But this verse has stuck to me like the macaroni noodles stick to the seat of my todder's pants.  They had more than dreams; they had promises.  And they were content with that, even if they never saw it's fruition.  So why do I think that I'm entitled to see the very best outcomes of my dreams?  I'm not entitled to anything.  This place isn't even my home.  But the American Dream is that you can have everything your heart desires, as long as you work for it.  But I'm not so sure that's a Biblical view.  But I actually find this verse freeing.  I can dream dreams, but I don't have to worry about making them come true.  Maybe they will.  Maybe they won't.  Maybe someday I'll dream a dream that I'm so excited about that I just have to figure out how to make it work.  But these dreams are not my prize.  Eternity is.

No witty conclusion here.


  1. Hi Tori! I am visiting from #the4500 today. I, too, am a dreamer but definitely know that part of dreaming for me is the possibility rather than the reality. Many "dreams" I would not want to come true. I feel like if it is a dream God has given me then I will work (with His help) to see it to fruition. Nice to meet you! (PS: I do like to grow my own vegetables/berries/fruits - don't hold it against me...)

    1. Hi Mindy! I'm definitely trying to weed out the God dreams from the dreamy dreams. Also, I'm jealous that you actually like to grow your own food. Could you transfer some of that love to me please? :)