Three years ago, my friend dedicated this photo to me with the words…
“God loves lining up the details in our lives…”
Three years ago. This was us.
Living in the hospital. Kierra fighting RSV.
Spending every moment we could together as a family. Finding joy in small things like smiles and beautiful silky hair.
Our lives didn’t feel very lined up at the time. It was more like an unending bad dream. We clung to God and hope and getting through the day and not worrying about much else. Straight lines of what God had in mind for us flooded us instead like a typhoon rain with no guarantee that it would end any time soon. Questions swirled around our very existence and we wondered what God was thinking. Or if he was even paying any attention at all to our daughter.
Three years later I look back and still don’t understand everything God had in mind for us. But I know one thing for certain.
In Christ alone, my HOPE is found!
He never turned His back or walked away through my questions and tears and fears and grief. He sent rainbows of every description over the past year since Kierra ran to Jesus.
there”s a tiny piece in this one away out in the distance.
Bits and pieces of rainbows shone through the showers this year more then I’ve ever seen before. Even double rainbows spread amazing arches. It was like God was holding out His hand. Convincing me He really DID have a plan. Assuring me that I could trust Him.
Today I sat in the Pediatric unit of the very hospital I was in 3 years ago to the very day. But this time I was tapping away on a computer, doing more learning in becoming an CNA. I know without a shadow of a doubt that God really IS lining up details in our lives.
As I drove over the wide open spaces toward my first interview with the director of nursing the other week, I wiped tears from my eyes. My heart was so peaceful. So bursting with peace. I could nearly feel God’s hand on my shoulder helping me the last two moths. I could feel Steve’s support and love encouraging me to keep learning and going and trusting God when studying got difficult.
But at the same time, I wept for what might have been. For what was five years ago. A mommy heart waiting to meet her daughter. Ready with so many dreams and hopes and exciting things to do and teach and experience in life.
One of my biggest struggles in having a child with severe health issues and in having to say Goodbye too soon was coming to grips with my broken dreams. I felt like because my dreams were shattered, that they didn’t mean anything. That God had a bit of iron in His hand to break my heart. The very heart He had created that had dreamed of having sweet children for as long as I can remember. Why couldn’t I be the one who didn’t especially dream of kids? Who wasn’t crazy over babies and toddlers and sippy cups and blankys?
Why would God give me a dream only to break it?
Was it safe to ever hope for anything again? Maybe I should just expect my husband to die, our house to burn down, and my son get bit by a rabid raccoon. I may as well have terminal cancer too. Expect nothing and you will be happily surprised.
But God actually doesn’t work that way. I’m His child. He loves me enough to pull me up out of my funk and get me looking at the cup half full. He gives me family and friends and encouraging rainbows and a husband who loves Him too.
I still don’t have answers to my questions. But I do know one thing. It almost hurts to admit it. But it was so real to me that day, that I have to share it.
I was living a dream.
To you who are huddling with broken dream fragments clasped in your bleeding hands….there is HOPE. You don’t have to feel it right now. But turn your heart toward the sunshine and eventually the warmth and healing of our Son will do an amazing work that even you can’t comprehend right now.
Because driving to an interview that day, my stomach tied up in knots, i realized something
I truly was dreaming again. And I didn’t even know it. I was LIVING a dream. I was experiencing a dream come true! And I hadn’t even planned on it. I was being given a chance to work at a hospital., To help hurting people. To touch finger prints of God all over the hard of this earth.
I was having a dream coming true that had been buried so deep in me that I scarcely knew it existed.
Somehow, the torrential rains of the last years were slowing. There was hope.life.dreams coming from them.
The details were lining up and though they still didn’t look all neat and tidy to me yet (i’m a woman with emotions that jump all over…so will they EVER look lined up exactly straight? i doubt it!) I know that from God’s point of view He is lining them up to create a pattern of beauty.
It hurt to realize I truly was living a dream…
because I lost a dream…
But maybe that’s the mystery The Dream Giver will reveal someday when He wipes away the tears from our human eyes and we SEE His glory!
And HIS DREAM.
5 thoughts on “To Dream Again”
O, Anita. You nailed it. So, so happy for the healing and that God is allowing you to live the dream again…even in the midst of broken dreams. Beautiful redemption.
Thank you Jenny!! God amazes me over and over. Love and hugs to you!
That brought tears to my eyes. That moment when you realized that living this dream came out of the loss of a dream. I am so grateful for a God who brings forth beauty from ashes, and you are such a shining example of this… Even though i am sure you still have many ashy days. You will touch so many lives through your work.
Your thoughts are so full…full of truth! In the short time I’ve known you I have seen Jesus shine through your life in so many way. That was surely part of God’s plan, happening only because of broken dreams. God bless your work! ❤
Thanks for the kind words! Our Father never ceases to amaze me. And even on the hardest days…He always promises a morning. God bless each of your lives also! We are all in desperate need of Him every day, I know….so Gods biggest blessings on your day today!