The Dream

 
Dreams are meant to live and to breathe.  They are meant to live in freedom, in hope, in community, in honesty, through the storms and through the tears.  They are meant to be the constant fire that burns deep inside.  Dreams are the tapestry we can see in our mind that connects with the purpose that has been woven in our soul, and birthed in our heart – the God designed purpose. Dreams are the colourful threads that are woven through into the fabric of our lives. They are designed to be lived out, but the gestation period before they are born has no specific time parameters.

Anj has opened her heart and let us see her struggle in getting to the dream, to holding it in her hands.  Blood, sweat and tears to get there.

Idelette has spoken of the new vision statement that is a dream so deep that she is not sure if she can accept it.  It is a dream that is not only for her but also for Scott and Gabrielle.

Others have unrolled their dreams, shown us the blue print, even shown us the drawings of the final glorious reality of it.  Others live and breath their dream/destiny and touch us with the flames of inspiration.  In The Path we are all challenged to have a mission, have a vision, and take action to move into it. Tenacity, courage, guts, sweat, tears, sets backs, fatigue, purpose of the heart, and faith are ingredients required to keep the dream in sight until it becomes reality.

Dream – an aspiration
Purpose – intention to act
Tenacious – holding or sticking firmly to
(Thanks to Oxford)

My big dream has never been spoken aloud to any living soul although I have tried to articulate it to my Abba.  What Anj has written in the last few days has been twisting and turning within.  The Liar has been screaming at me, so loudly I cannot think any more.  The Liar has always told me that my dream will never breath.  Just as no children will ever be birthed in me, my dream will never ever be birthed.  It is being stomped on, twisted beneath those feet that want to destroy it.  My hands are over my ears so I cannot hear it. I want silence yet I want to hear the Giver of Life speak to me about my dream. Do I grieve, do I fight, do I shut down my heart, do I simply run away?  Yet I cannot run from myself, I cannot run from my Abba. But today I don’t need Abba – I need my Beloved – those arms that will not let me go, that are not afraid of my heart, not being repulsed by anything in my heart, that are not afraid of the woman who lives within.  It is paralyzing my heart and my thoughts.

Peace.  I just want peace to know what to do with the pieces on the ground.