I couldn’t tell you exactly when the shifting happened, when a dream slid to the far corner on the shelf of life and I determined current work with current provisions was enough—was as good as it was going to get. But shift the dream did. We were in a season, after all, where a certain practicality was required. Some things had to be tucked away. And I was okay with it. Such was the road being travelled at the time.
Then this month, I started to wonder if this practicality, this matter-of-fact way of living was the road to continue on. What of the dreams I’d once carefully held close? The hope-filled ‘what ifs’ I had asked not so terribly long ago? I was reminded of the stories of people who took bold (and wise) steps of faith, who were diligent and faithful, and saw the road unwind in ways unexpected and better than any plans they could have concocted. They trusted, even when there was a corner ahead and they did not know what they’d find around the bend.
Then a writer friend recently shared online a photo of them with their spouse, sharing of dreams turning into reality as they worked side-by-side. And it was another flicker of light into the corner where my own dream had been placed, out of necessity, yes – to a degree. For now I could see the dusting of fear clinging to it, the belief God could (would?) only provide in certain channels, through certain means when life went pear-shaped.
Where—with whom—exactly, is my trust?
And so I pull the dream out with a gentle exhalation of hope as I wonder what could potentially be around the bend in the road ahead.