I don’t dream much when I sleep… or if I do, I can never remember my dreams. And I haven’t remembered a dream in a long time. Until the other night.
I dreamed I was getting married. And then I dreamed that the honeymoon was either at an old, abandoned cabin or an Amish village. Maybe it was both – an old, abandoned Amish cabin – like a two-in-one kind of deal. Maybe not. That part’s a little vague.
It was nice to have a pleasant dream that I actually remembered or didn’t wake up in a cold sweat from – like the time I was being eaten by a shark (worst.dream.everrr.), or the time I fell off of a mountain cliff, or the time I was captured by terrorists and sold to the highest bidder. Yeah, all of those were pretty much awful.
And usually, when we can control it, we dream (or daydream) about things that we wish would come true – like Prince Charming (every square inch of his tall, dark, and handsome self) rescuing you from evil step-sisters and whisking you away to his palace; or becoming a national hero for discovering the cure for all types of cancer; or revealing your true identity as Batman. Oh yeah, I’ve dreamed up all of these situations and more in my mind.
And none of them are bad things, really. But when I snap back to reality I have to ask myself – do I really want to marry a prince and be in the public eye for the rest of my life? Do I really want to devote all of that time and energy (and studying) to find a cure for cancer… especially when I hate biology? Do I really want to be Batman and spend the rest of my life fighting other people’s battles?
In an emotional moment I would probably answer yes. At that point, I ask that you please slap me and tell me to wake up. Thank you.
I remember a song that once said, “Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it all.”
The truth is, I don’t want to be any of those things. What I want to do with my life is something the world would call anything but glamorous; in fact, they’d probably attempt to admit me to a psych ward for observation.
I want to serve the Lord with my life.
I want to be a wife and a mommy one day.
I want my life to count for something that no amount of ribbons, awards, or a Nobel Peace Prize could ever add up to – I want my life to count for Christ. (If you’d like to give me a Nobel Peace Prize anyway, I’ll take it.)
What makes it even better is that God wants the same exact things for me. My purpose as a Christian is to bring Him glory and share the Gospel with others.
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.” ~ Jeremiah 29:11
Being a Christian is wonderful. It’s like a dream, except it’s reality.
What are some of your dreams?
If you could dream up a fiction future for you, what do you wish you could do?
Do your dreams line up with how a Christian ought to live?