My 8 1/2 year old daughter had a dream two nights ago. She told me she dreamed the best dream, a rapture dream. I asked what it was like. She simply said, “It was so happy, because there was bombs and chaos and bad stuff going on and all of a sudden Jesus took us to heaven. It was beautiful.” The beauty of heaven must have overshadowed the chaos that happened just before because she did not mention how dark or scary it was before, just that Jesus took us to heaven. The saving part and heaven was all she saw of it and it gave her happy thoughts the rest of the day. And she has been on great behavior looking forward to that day.
Maybe we need to focus on our salvation and promise of heaven more and stop paying so much attention to the negativity. Maybe we will draw closer to Jesus and not be overwhelmed by the bad stuff that will happen. Expect it but rest in Jesus, who is way bigger.❤❤❤
I used to love the idea of a cabin in the woods close to the farm. It is still a beautiful thought. I saw one today being built step by step in the woods in Canada. It was sweet.
No matter what little dream you have, it is never too late to realize it. I may have to wait for heaven, but I am quite sure God has built what we have been passionate about for us, or something even better with that flavor. But dreaming is never bad. It gives hope, lightens thoughts, brings happiness.
The dream of helping troubled youth is still there also. And someday I may realize that dream as well. In the meanwhile, I play piano at church, teach Sunday school for women, homeschool my kids, be the best wife I can be for my husband and the Lord, and help wherever I can.
This is the deal. We work faithfully for the Lord with the bigger lingering dream in our minds and hearts and who knows. Keeping your ear to the ground and a bit of well timed blessings and sweat equity may find your hopes someday becoming a reality. Keep your dream. In doing so, you keep your passion. And in being faithful to God n in obedience, you prove you are worthy of that dream.❤
Everyone I know lives on Facebook. I used to too. They use it for news, gossip, self edification, bask in their own goodness with it, I did it too. I quit my addiction cold turkey because some idiot female was trying to talk bad about me to my husband who decided life had enough drama and bye bye Facebook for a long time. And also, the timing fit because I was mourning the loss of loved ones and do sad better alone. So, in line with the decision, I deactivated my account. Later, it magically resurfaced. Interesting. So I deleted it completely. Low and behold, it takes an entire month to be deleted permanently and during that month the account is active! If I log in to deactivate during the long wait for someone to push a button to delete me, I reactivate it first and have to wait another month. It is really easy to pick up an idol to bow down to, one that tracks you and reads your stuff, but very hard to rid yourself of it. Rant over. The point is, I had a problem, an addiction to something and realize it now and will not go down that road again. I am quite guarded now who I let into my world. I am quite selective who is in our band family and who enters our home, who I tell anything to. It has to be that way. Few people really care anymore and that is a shame, especially when so many claim to love my God. People are wrapped up in talking to themselves and a machine that they do not know how to talk in person without being bored or in a hurry to get away and text so some else about it. Seems like a strange turn of events. I am wanting more than ever to go back in time and live without any tech at all. While yurt living with a raw vegan smoothie is not in my immediate future, I am wanting to run away from society to a small neck of the country and worship God with my family in nature. And that is where my heart is. Of course, we have some things to do here for a while. But someday, if I have my way, you will look and we will be a speck on the horizon headed for space and beautiful farmland to grow some food and breathe air. Maybe just a dream, maybe very real. God only knows. 🙂