Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Dreaming....

It's the end of another year and so many thoughts continually fill my mind.  My son, Daniel just went into the Army and is now in BASIC training in South Carolina.  I dream of him often and pray for him every moment of the day.  I dream of the next time I get to see him (Lord willing for Christmas for 2 weeks).  I dream of him becoming the man of God that I know he will become.

I dream of family members not here anymore to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas, family that were never here and family that will be in the future.  What will it be like?  Will it be like years past? What are my real family's Thanksgiving and Christmas like?  Do they think about me and what I am doing?  I am thankful for loved ones who have gone on to Heaven and will be spending yet another glorious season with God our Father.  Thankful that they are no longer suffering.

I dream of the day there is no more suffering and no more heartache for anyone.

There are things that I mourn deep in my soul that others will never know about....except Jesus.  Many dreams that did not come true and many that did.  Heartache either way.  I believe that God allows some of our dreams to not come true because they wouldn't be the best for us and some dreams to come to pass that we never knew we had.

Our home group was watching a video on Right now.org about Peter and the old singer, Michael Card was hosting the sessions.  At the end of the session he sang an old song called, "Mourning the Death of a Dream".   It caught me off guard.....tears filled my eyes as I thought of some things in my life that I mourned.  Although this song was written about Peter my soul often echos these words.

Cool morning shadows sadly shift across the floor
Each time we say goodbye it's harder than before
Even after all the pain of parting still we find
That we must mourn the death of the dreams we leave behind
As I turn my back on all that means the most to me
The sounds and smells, the light that dances on the sea
The greatest gamble is to act on the belief
That only the slave who leaves it all is truly free

The sacrifice that we both lay before His feet
A thousand moments that belonged to us
That now will never be

By faith we hold a better dream inside our hearts
A time when our family will never have to be apart
Till then we struggle with just what it really means
And we will mourn the death of our beautiful dreams
Mourn the death of our beautiful dreams > 

Nena

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