SWEET DREAMS
Many of us have dreams that we hope will be fulfilled some beautiful day. My dreams are never about money. In fact, money doesn’t drive or beckon me. Other things in life—like looking at a beautiful sunset, going for a walk at dusk, talking with a good friend, or seeing someone smile who often seems sad—are what pull at me and bring satisfaction.
My dreams are in the dream category not in the goal category. I like goals but I think I’m too creative at heart to be bound to a rigid plan or an expected outcome. But I have dreams in my life, good dreams, happy dreams, hopeful dreams, wistful, wishful dreams, and sweet dreams.
“Sweet dreams” were my closing words to my children after I prayed with them at night. I always liked the sound of those two words joined together side-by-side, sounding like a warm embrace when said out loud.
A Peaceful Place for the Heart
If dreams could come true, I would live in an open area of semi-wooded land in an inviting place of solitude and retreat. A tiny chapel would be located somewhere on the land, where people could come to pray and meditate. Pathways intersecting on the grounds would weave between the trees and over hill and dale by fern-laden ponds and blackberry bushes. Its trails would be lined with verses carved on posts made of driftwood with an occasional bench to rest and reflect awhile.
Statues here and there would grace the beauty while their images reflect in the pool. For sure an angel statue holding an infant would be there for all the lost children and would give us a place to grieve their loss. A place of peace it would be, much like an outdoor sanctuary. Informal sing times on Friday nights in a room full of people or around a campfire or fire pit would blend our voices with acoustic guitars and harmonicas, banjos, ukuleles and whatever, to old favorite tunes. Our gaze would enthrall at the mesmerizing night sky as music delights our being. You, too, would be invited to the party.
Such would be a place where innocent, unspoiled love represents healing graces as a place where everyone is welcomed. All visitors would gather together for a shared meal of hearty, healthy fare, not fancy or complicated, just warm and wholesome. If you’ve ever been to the Lord’s Land, it would be that sort of place, where silence is your friend, where love is the answer, where conversation lends itself to the richness of spiritual life, where pause and consider is the facilitator for renewal of the soul.
Sweet dreams enrich our lives. I doubt anything will come of mine, unless God wills and supplies. Sometimes, though, dreams just may come true.
I wish for you ‘Sweet Dreams’ today, tomorrow, and in the future.
Do you dream impossible dreams? What is your dream?
