Dreams

Sometimes the only appropriate course of action is a good cry…”

This came up in my Facebook memories as my status update 10 years ago.

The reference of this memory is the selling of a camper trailer I had owned and had planned to travel in with my ex. Selling it was one of the final steps in the closure and completion of my divorce. Selling it represented not just a physical loss but the huge emotional loss of broken promises and shattered dreams, and yes, when it was driven out of my driveway, I sat down and had a good cry.

A wise friend once told me, I had to lay down some of my dreams because they were being built on an unstable foundation. Over the course of the past decade I have realised time and again how true these words proved to be. Often we have to let our dreams die and be buried so that God can resurrect them, usually in ways we couldn’t have even imagined!

But, God given dreams never fully die.

I love the story of Joseph in Genesis chapters 37 – 50. Joseph waited 13 years for his dreams to come to fruition… and it’s encouraging to us to know he made a few mistakes along the way!

One of Joseph’s first and biggest mistakes was to tell his brothers about his dream. We can, and should, learn a lot from this…. Not everyone is going to share in your excitement about the dreams God has placed in your heart. This is exactly the thing that led to the status at the start of this blog. God placed the dream and the call to ministry in my heart over twelve years ago and I had started to take tentative steps, as I was led into fulfilling this call. Like Joseph, I was naïve and immature in my excitement and thought that everybody else would feel the same. Right? Wrong. My ex was seriously freaked out by my newfound wholeness and desire to share what I had found with the rest of the world. His solution? Have an affair with another insecure woman who would feed his ego in ways that I no longer was. I was shattered. I did everything I could to save my marriage, but no-one wins a fight that only one person is in.

Fast forward ten years, and obviously there is much more to this story that is still to be told but suffice to say, God is restoring my dream of travel. He has blessed me with an incredible man of integrity… and now a new camper trailer! God is also restoring my dream of ministry but there are still sacrifices to be made and, like Joseph, I have had to learn a few things along the way.

I had to learn to stay faithful to my God given dreams. I had to learn to trust, even in the darkest moments. I had to learn to believe that I was worthy of love and I had to learn to believe that I had something to say that people would want to listen to. But, most of all I am learning that God’s picture is so much bigger than anything I could have dreamed or imagined. I believe there are blessings that will come in my next season that will absolutely blow not only my mind but others who God has chosen my journey to have an impact upon “As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good…” Genesis 50:20a. Resting in God is an exciting place to be!

I guess my final thought is this… if you have had to let go of a dream, let it go, have a good cry and then leave it to God. He knows what He is doing… and He is much better at planning our lives than we are!

Romans 8:28

Christmas Trees

Regular readers of my blog would know how much I love Christmas. Last year I shared the story about why James and I have two Christmas trees, if you missed it you can read it here: The Tale of Two Trees… – Redeemed

One of our trees is a white tree that I decorate with colour co-ordinated baubles in my favourite colours of purple, blue, teal and pink. The other tree is a traditional green tree which is decorated with a lifetime of memories… they are both beautiful in their own way.

Neither tree is shop window perfectly decorated, I unfortunately don’t have that skill. But to me they are perfect because they are decorated with love and meaning. It usually takes me about a week to finish our trees… I do the ‘first draft’ and then sit back to see where the gaps are, how it looks in different light etc until I am happy with the final product!

Our white tree is a fun thing to do, and the second of our two trees. The other tree, the ‘main tree’ is more significant, because just about every ornament on this tree holds a memory….

It holds memories of my kid’s chubby little hands proudly bringing their macaroni ornaments home from school. Little hands that are now grown up hands with their own trees to decorate, but still those first ornaments (now in their third decade!) hang proudly on my tree.

It promises new memories as the next generation of grandbabies become old enough to appreciate and make their own decorations to hang on Nana and Pa’s tree.

It brings back memories of special people, no longer with us to celebrate Christmas. My ex mother-in-law, my children’s Grandma, would buy them a new ornament every year to go on the tree. This is our third year without her here on earth and those ornaments have become more poignant as I remember the bond that she and I continued to share despite the fact that her son and I had divorced, a reminder that life and relationships can go on even when circumstances are less than ideal.

There are decorations that allow us to reminisce over memories of special places visited and times with treasured friends, seasons of discovery, exploration and joyful adventures.

And, it carries hope in memories of new beginnings. One of our ornaments a love heart I bought for James at Christmas in the first year we had been dating. He had a very forlorn tree as almost everything he had owned had been taken from him and he’d had to start again from scratch. This ornament is a precious keepsake from when our love was new and a reminder that there is always hope for the future, even when everything around you might be falling apart.

As I sit back and admire my tree, I can’t help but be so very grateful.

Grateful for family and friends, at home and around the world. Grateful for cherished times had with those who are no longer with us. And grateful for second chances and new beginnings. But most of all, I am grateful to my God who loved us so much that He sent His son as a baby on that very first Christmas and to the son, Jesus who willingly came and gave His life that we would have eternal life… and that is something worth remembering and celebrating!

May your 2020 Christmas season be one of love and happy memories. I’d love to hear your Christmas traditions… please feel free to comment!