Ever wake up from a dream where you just can’t find your way back to that peaceful feeling you were aware of as you slept?
You wake up a bit tired even though you spent the entire night all cozy under warm covers with your head resting on a soft pillow.
You know you can go back to sleep if you have time, but you also know it won’t help you find your way back to your dream. Like fog that you can walk through but never really touch, dreams have a way of becoming out of our reach.
You catch glimpses of it, a feeling that only adds to your frustration.
Sometimes life can be like this too.
You try to have a conversation with someone only to realize that what they heard doesn’t match what you tried to say. You search in vain for a way to correct this, but time and time again they don’t understand you.
And, like your nightly dreams which fade away as each hour passes, your opportunity to share your heart has once again slowly slipped away.
It can wear you down, making you question if your voice will ever be heard. It’s painful to realize that this exact chance will never come your way again.
Most of us simply don’t remember each dream we have. At best, we hang onto tattered pieces that become part of our memories.
Even though these scattered remnants of memory are ours forever, we find that we have to settle with less than we once had, with less than we wish we had now.
But there’s always going to be a night that follows every day. We aren’t guaranteed a dream will find its way to us every time we fall asleep, but every night brings a new opportunity for one to come our way.
Our conversations aren’t a lost cause either.
We can bring our desires to God in prayer.
“Casting all your care upon him, for he careth for you.”1 Peter 5:7
We can be assured that if His mercies are new every morning, then that includes the mercy we need to heal our relationships.
“It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is his faithfulness.”Lamentations 3:22-23
It’s frustrating to run into someone when all we want to do is tell them that they were part of our dreams, but we just can’t remember enough to tell them anything. Our brains are just wired that way.
It’s much more frustrating to try to share our heart with someone when we don’t seem to ever say things in a way that they can understand.
Could it be that we need to learn their love language?
Perhaps what we perceive as miscommunication is simply a failure to understand not everyone needs the same thing. I wonder if it would help if there was a bit of a learning curve on our part.
Unlike our dreams which fade away through no fault of our own, we can cry out to God to help us find just the right way to allow our heart to connect with someone else.
There is always hope when God is involved. He alone can make your dreams come true.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in faith so that you overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”Romans 15:13