We Serve a God Who Restores Life to Dead Dreams

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about dead dreams. There are so many things that I thought were going to be part of my life that haven’t happened. Sometimes because of life circumstances or my own lack of discipline and effort. But also because of things totally outside my control.

Prior to the pandemic, I had a plan for what 2020 was going to look like in my life, and nothing I had planned happened. It was a key window based on life circumstances, the age of my kids and other factors that I can’t replicate again even if I wanted to. Part of me feels like I’m not the same person I was pre-pandemic and it feels like parts of me are dead.

There are dreams that are so far in my rearview that I’ve almost forgotten they were ever part of me. Long gone and buried, never to be seen again.

And yet, I know I serve a God who brings dead things back to life. That doesn’t mean all the things I’ve let go of should be brought back. (Sometimes good things have to die so we can move on.) But I do know that God’s ways are not my ways, and his thoughts are higher than my thoughts. He breathes life into dry bones.

He sees the whole picture where my perspective is limited and obstructed.

There are some dead dreams being unearthed in my heart. I still don’t feel clarity about where or how to make any forward motion, but for now, I can feel the ground starting to thaw and my spirit is alert and listening for direction.

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