Thursday, February 14, 2013

Stuck in Dreams

         I’m a dreamer; an ISFJ to be precise. What’s that mean? It partly means I find more pleasure and enjoyment in the idea of a thing to the thing itself.

For instance, I find great delight in the idea of spending the day on our pond; it’s rather lovely, my idea. It goes like this: Me, beautifully arrayed, sitting in our silver boat. I float about reading my latest find while eating an apple just like Anne of Green Gable would do. After a while I let my hair down and I just know that the scene is as pretty as a picture.

          In reality I’m sitting in a rusty boat on a murky pond and I’m sweating buckets. My half eaten apple has long turned brown and the gnats love to swarm about my tangled, wind-tossed hair.

          Reality isn’t nearly as pretty as I pictured.

          The problem isn’t that I’m dreamy. I believe God made me this way for His glory. He knows that His church needs both practical, down-to-earth realists as well as the reaching-for-the-stars dreamers. He makes all things work for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.

          The problem is how I let my preference for the idea become more important, more engaging, than the idea itself. We all know of the sincere Christian who dreams of becoming a missionary yet fearfully refuses to speak of Christ to his college peers or the young lady who dreams of running the picture-perfect home yet refuses to be a blessing where she is at now. They’re in love with the dream while they shirk the hands-on, practical necessaries.

          What then can we dreamers do? Throw out our ideals? Never. Instead let’s put our hand to the plow. Has God given you the desire (dream) for a more active, powerful prayer life? Then spend time in prayer. Have you been inspired to get into shape? Then by all means, put that on-sale Valentine candy back on the shelf. Are you dreaming of running a home of your own one day? Then practice the virtues of a servant.

Making dreams reality only happens when we are willing to do the hard things.

Ugh. I hate doing the hard things. But what I hate even more is never growing because I’m too busy dreaming.  Too busy wishing I was a better Christian, witness, daughter, student and friend . . .

Oh, Papa, teach me to be content with where I am at and to put into action the beautiful dreams you give.

Yours forever dreamy,

 P.S. I know, I know. Writing about being Beatrix Potter one moment and then writing about reality the next . . . can this girl ever find balance?

One  day in glory I will. Until then laugh and bear with me.  :)

1 comment:

  1. Ooouch ... you just put words on one of my biggest problems. I can't even begin to name the number of hours I've spent constructing beautiful fairy castles in the air, only to wake up in my cluttered room and wonder why so much in my real life is left undone. Thank you for the challenge to apply my dreams and turn them into good things for myself and my family!

    Lots of love,


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