I was beyond tired.
You’ve been there too, haven’t you?
Soaking up the blast of a weekend with my extended family, I had overdone myself, and though my heart was saying YES, my body was all Waaaah.
I caved. My oldest daughter, my brother and I headed out at 10:45 (PM, people) to attempt night photos near the lake.
The air was crisp as we drove, windows down, towards the lake air. We shared stories with my daughter and I was taken back to my high school, college, and young adult years spent in that little lake community.
Once we arrived at our first destination, a blank canvased field across from the dam, I nearly lost my breath.
The sky didn’t look the same as it does at home. City lights put quite the damper on star gazing. This was crazy incredible, and I wondered if I’d ever noticed it so clear and bright before. The Milky Way was flaunting her full glory and was seriously the coolest thing I’d seen in some time.
While my brother taught my 15-year old a few night photography tips, I decided to climb atop his SUV. Lying back, I stared in awe. I can’t remember the last time I had that feeling. It was as if everything around me stopped spinning, and time stood still. Ultra cliche, but so true of the moment.
I felt that I’d been given a glimpse of life again, during a year when nothing in life seemed to be making sense.
I began to see my dreams in the constellations of the night sky, marbled within the Milky Way and beyond.
I’d forgotten about a few of those dreams. I had (yet again) pushed them aside because life got CRAY.
Why the stinking heck do I allow myself to do that time after time?!
There, see that one? God said. Remember when I gave it to you?
And that one twinkling far off in the distance… what happened to that one? He asked. Did it feel too far off? Take it now, it’s still yours.
They seemed so close and accessible… I truly thought I could reach out and grab them. Not only the stars but also the dreams God was showing me through them. They felt real again.
I had forgotten how badly I desired to go after them. Not only had I stopped chasing after them because I was focusing on staying afloat, but I’d given up on some altogether.
It wasn’t until I heard my brother ask, “Are you awake up there?” that I was brought back to reality. I didn’t want to leave that state of solitude. I didn’t want to stop talking to God and the stars and sky in the breeze.
We made several more stops around the lake, snapping unbelievable photos of the night sky. It was one of my more profound nights with God. A soul-deep breath of fresh air. Amazing.
It made me want to turn up my jam and chase after those dreams again!
Think of the dreams you have let go, or set aside. What is stopping you from pursuing them?
Fear of failure? Lack of time?
Yeah, I get that.
Oh, but I have already wasted so much time.
Not that I ever dreamed of being a cross-country runner (eww), but there are physical dreams that an autoimmune disease has changed drastically. I’ll never get those back the way they were born.
There are dreams that time has taken from me, as my children grew more quickly than I expected (why does it go so fast?). I’ll never get to rewind and achieve those specific dreams for my babies.
And in the midst of the regret, God used an unsuspecting moment to stop me like WHOA, with a slideshow in the stars on a late summer night.
What keeps us from remembering those God-given dreams?
Life? Busyness? For me, all the way YES, along with so much more.
Rest? Yes, please!
I have allowed some of His dreams for me to lay forgotten in the corners of my mind. I have allowed recent hurts to blur many of them. I’ve given my dreams permission to hide behind the city lights of life.
taught reminded me of the beauty that is pausing in the presence of Christ.
It reminded me that while we can’t always see or feel those dreams in the bright, overpowering madness, they are still there, waiting for us to slow down a bit and lay in the wide open arms of Jesus.
It is there that He gently whispers them back into the forefront of our hearts. And though some of those dreams may shift with the winds of change, they are never gone or forgotten by God.
Take a moment to pause. Reflect on the dreams He has placed in your heart.
Soak in His presence and listen.
Your dreams are still there, friend. They are waiting for you to block out the distractions and claim them again. And God is there, waiting to show you exactly the direction in which to take them.
Let Him, and go get your dreams back, babe!
– All photo cred goes to my ridiculously talented brother, Cody Boyd –
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