Over the past couple of weeks I began to notice a trend of events every time I walked under a tree;beautiful yellow-brownish leaves would start to fall over my head and as much as I loved it I realised it was more than winter setting in. It was a sign of awareness to me.
So I'm glad I'm putting pen to paper ( or in this instance pinkies to buttons :-) ) and writing (typing) this (my heart) out.
I just realised how for the past 3 or so years I have denied myself time to reflect and dream. I used to spend so much of my time (throughout my high school career) dreaming and mediating on those dreams. I remember days when I would get blushingly excited at the thought of spending time with myself and literally lying down on my bed dreaming about where I wanted to be, every detail of my (future) life (a life of purpose). Cutting up pictures and writing on the wall what would become my "vision board". And I witnessed as bit by bit every part became a reality. It gave me a sense a consciousness. I'd say I felt much more oriented. Looking forward to something. I dare say that it appears that the more I dreamed the more I was able to walk in (well most of) my dreams.
I remember once giving a speech on how "the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their own dreams". And here I am. I guess sometimes the teacher is the biggest (and best) learner. The advises we gave (give) were (are) not for the hearers only but for ourselves too.
I'll admit that the future is a product of many influences but a dream is the seed (and secret ingredient) of every product. How else would we know to be bigger and better than we ever imagined unless we dreamed about it? Every dream has the innate ability to fulfil its telos (it's purpose for being).
So I'm glad to have the opportunity to lay in my bed in the presence of the Lord renewing my mind by meditating on the purposes of His call on my life and reflecting on His goodness. Every great started out dreaming.
No comments:
Post a Comment