A year ago, in April, I had a dream ripped away from me by an unexpected source. It devastated me … not just losing the dream, but the way that it happened, the feelings of betrayal that came with it, and the vaporization of security and self-worth that were already so fragile. As a result, I had to go away … and where do you go when you’re crushed (besides God)? To Mom and Dad in California!
As I paid the $13 for my new ring (on sale, but yeah, it was cheap to begin with, tiny pieces of turquoise, but that’s all I needed), I spotted a small, aqua “dream catcher.” Feathers and beads are a weakness for my Boho heart. I liked the colors and the delicateness of the piece, and that, combined with my ring, didn’t quite come up to what I had told myself I could spend on a bit of turquoise, so I bought it.
I hung it in my car from the passenger visor (a green teddy bear with his own Facebook page was my only traveling companion) … and God began to talk to me about dreams.
He told me that He catches my dreams when they fall. He hides them safely in His heart. Not only that, but He puts the really good dreams in my heart Himself, and He puts them there because He wants them to come true. Those that seem to be shattered, but are retrieved and kept safe by His hand are the ones that are the most valuable. As God and I conversed about this, I realized again how important it was to turn even (especially!) this part of my life over to Him. My dreams need to be His dreams. My hopes and desires need to be the ones that He’s dreamed for me since before He wove me in my mother’s womb. He knows the beginning and the end of my story, of His story, of the world’s story, of the story of every person I come in contact with in any way. He knows how those all weave together and He loves me exceedingly, so I can trust Him to have the best dreams for me. The dreams He puts in my heart are infinitely better than anything I can dream up.
I kept the dream catcher hanging on the passenger visor for months. Occasionally, after someone else had borrowed my car, I’d find it stuffed away somewhere. They had found it distracting or it had just annoyed them (which could be a valid concern for safe driving). The analogy, however, wasn’t lost on me. My dreams from God, while annoying or distracting to others, or when others simply don’t think they’re worthwhile, or when they think they’re wrong … the ones that are really from God can be put back together. He holds them in His heart, while we make room for them again in ours. If they are truly His dreams, nothing and no one can take them away from us. When they seem to be crushed, they are put together stronger, like a muscle that gets little tears from a good workout becomes stronger than before.
That dream catcher is now hanging in my home. I change its location occasionally so that I don’t just get used to seeing it. Right now, it’s hanging from a transom where I can swat at the feathers each time I pass under it. When I do that, the prayer in my heart is something like this: “Thanks so much, Lord, for being my Dream Catcher. Oh, Jesus, I want the only dreams in my heart to be Your dreams, the ones You’ve put there. Fashion Your dreams to fit in my heart. Could You please just remove anything in my collection of dreams that wasn’t from Your heart? Help me to recognize Your dreams in others, too, so I can encourage them. Thank You for holding my heart with such love and care. Thank You for sharing Your dreams with me.”
Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture.Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this. Psalm 37:3-5