I often think about why is it that when we become older, the dreams we once had, begin to fade? As children, we have no hangups or limitations with our imaginations in what we can do or in who we can become! We dream about becoming an astronaut, a firefighter, a singer, a painter, an actor, the best athlete ever, or even a president just to name a few. We even dream about falling in love and living a life happily-ever-after.
But then reality kicks in and before long, we become consumed with agendas and deadlines. We are up to our neck with studies in trying to get ahead, or we’re drowning in work trying to make ends meet, or in raising a family that we have no time for ourselves — these all take precedence and so we put our dreams on hold … or the dreams once dreamt simply fade away.
Or perhaps someone spoke death over us:
You’ll never amount to anything.
You’re not smart enough.
You’re not good enough.
I want a divorce.
I don’t love you anymore.
You’re too old.
It’s too late.
Been there. Done that. I’ve walked on some of these roads. I know the feelings of hopelessness and devastation. What feels like the end isn’t always the end but a new beginning. No matter the outcome, don’t let your dream die as mentioned in the last stanza of LesMisérables: Now life has killed the dream I dreamed …
Yes, life happens. Seasons change and our perspective may shift. Today is Day 35 when I am working from home, and it is Day 21 of our state’s Stay-at-Home mandate due to COVID-19. These past few days, I have been doing a little self-reflection. While most days I keep myself occupied, other days, I can become a bit melancholy. These are indeed challenging times and remaining in prayer is what keeps me whole and in positive spirits. (Devotion: Philippians 4:6-9 )
Once again, childhood memories of sharing my birthday with yet another devastating hurricane resurfaced.
The rains came and the floodwaters rose, while we were out of town on vacation for my birthday week. My eldest daughter and Mom remained at the house with a generator. We received continued updates, videos, texts, and photos regarding the storm’s status, which left us unnerved and on edge. Thank God, for the report from home that offered a few moments of levity:
“OK Mom, we lost power.”
“Grandma is stuck in the Power Lift chair.”
“One fridge is out.”
“Pool in the back and in the front yard.”
“Water is about a foot within the house.”
“We are good so far.”
“Grandma is like, ‘You said we were gonna have ice cream at midnight …!'”
“Water level is down.”
“Some water seepage, possible foundation issues due to flooding.”
“Was able to go for a quick gas run.”
“The Mayor of Houston has imposed a curfew … Grandma and I were gonna go out!”
Soon we’ll be headed back home, taking the routes with less flooding for travel. My heart and mind are filled with conflicting emotions. I am thankful to the Lord for watching over my loved ones, knowing that many lives were tragically impacted by this hurricane due to the flood waters. I also realize as hard as it is, losing stuff pales in comparison to losing loved ones. May we count our blessings – still having those safe and sound that means the most, well, everything else just seems petty.
My prayer: May our roots be grounded in faith strong enough not to be overwhelmed, even during the storms of life.
From the end of the earth will I cry to you, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I. (Psalm 61:2)
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