If you’ve courted God-sized dreams for any length of time, you’ve discovered how messy dreams can get.
One of my dreams as a mom (who happens to also be a work-from-home author and life coach) is to be truly present with my kids during the summer. Sounds like a good plan, right?
Until the moment a couple weeks ago when that real life dream splattered all over my kids and back yard.
My kids sat in their play clothes, wearing interesting configurations of repurposed shopping bags as protective gear for our summer activity that day: tye-dyeing t-shirts.
As they finished slopping dye around the back yard, getting it on everything including their hair (I have punk-rocker daughters for a while until it fades out…) I was itching to spray them down with the garden hose. I reached for it, turned the knob, and SNAP. The pipe broke.
Water spouting, kids ready to move on to another messy project, me panicking as they started touching the door, getting dots of dye on everything (and did I mention the water spouting out of the pipe from my house?!)
My dream of quality summer time became almost too messy to cope with!
The rest of the day was spent with no running water. We used a box of old baby wipes to get the kids in some sort of you-can-enter-the-house-and-touch-stuff shape. Dishes never got done that day. My nerves frazzled in proportion to the amount of trips to Home Depot it took to get the right parts to fix the pipe.
Somewhere in the first 30 minutes of that messy dream moment, though, God whispered into my crazy: Remember the dream? The one where you spend time making memories with your kids during the summer? The memories are being made right now. In the mess, covered in tye-dye, with no running water. The dream’s unfolding right now. Don’t miss it just because it’s a mess, Laurie. (<==== Click to tweet)
3 Reframes for When Dreams Become Messy Reality
- What’s the dream, really? For me, it was quality time and a craft with my kids. Did that happen? Yes. Was the rest of the pipe repair, water issue, messy kids, stress about messy kids the point? No. The dream was the point. The rest was leftovers.
- What would this dream look like? In my mind, it looked like crafts with no mess. Like the picture on the tye-dye kit box, with the smiling, immaculate children who aren’t fighting with each other about who gets which bowl of dye first. But what about the dream that was deeper in my heart? It looked like laughter, fun, silliness, art, connecting with my kids, creating things together in the sunshine. Did all those things happen that day, burst pipe, stained fingerprints on my doorpost and all? Yep!
- Where’s Jesus in this mess? Peter reminded us of this reframing idea when his dream-of-the-moment found him sinking in the sea swell. Scripture records Peter saying what we all do in some form when the dream-mess starts to overwhelm: “Lord, save me!” (Matt 14:30). Out stretched the hand of the One who can make sense of the mess—or, at least, calm our messy hearts in it all—and up above the mess rose Peter.
Like Peter, when we ask that last question, we feel God’s hand grabbing ours, reminding us we’re not alone in the craziness. That with God’s help and some refocusing on the original dream, we can realize our dreams are unfolding right now, no matter how much of a mess they seem to be.
Shared by Laurie Wallin
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