In the early days of being a single Mom raising four children, my life was about survival. There was time for nothing else but working to feed, clothe and shelter my family. Dreams were not for someone like me–an unwed Mother, a survivor of domestic and sexual violence. Too much had happened to me. Too many bad decisions were made. Dreams were far out of my reach. I changed my view when I was let go from a job and participated in a program for single Moms making career choices to better provide for their families. Through a mentor in that program, I began to see just how many options I had. I began to see choices. I began to set goals. I began to dream.
Dreams open their doors to those willing to keep believing, keep moving forward through the obstacles, over the hurdles. Dreams welcome those who keep going step by step, goal by goal, accomplishment by accomplishment. Dreams are unwilling to die, dwindle, close until you give up. When you do give up, the door to dreams are closed and locked. Dreams forgotten or abandoned will still tug at you. When the pull is hard enough to stir within you the vision of the dreams tucked away, the door unlocks and opens once again. When one dream is realized, it sparks the creation of another. When you dream, it allows others around you to dream. Dreams take you into a journey of growth, love, faith and joy. Holding onto the dream and moving toward the realization of the dream will strengthen you and guide you in the most wonderful journey, shaping you along the way. Dreams are there for you to grab hold and step by step discover and walk in all you are. As we walk together, let our gifts and dreams lead the way.
The if is the dream in our heart, mind and soul. The when is the realization of the dream. In between the if and when is where we must first write a clear vision, where we must then break down our dreams into achievable goals. It is important to document the dream, vision and goals and enlist the support of a few close friends or family. This allows encouragement, affirmation and accountability to keep steady on the path of our dreams, no matter our obstacles.
I dare you to look at life through the eyes of your dreams. It doesn’t matter how many you have or what you’ve accomplished toward them thus far, there is always hope. It’s not too late to start. Stand dressed in all you are, your misgivings, your mistakes, your beauty, your gifts, your everything, and Dare Reality to Enable A Miracle.
How do our minds come to think of dreams?
Is it our experiences we’ve had over time that are suddenly remembered by a trigger?
Is it the color of our emotions when we close our eyes and sleep?
Do the pictures of our dreams come from ideas not allowed to brew because of our daily grind?
When we close our eyes and images float by, are they scenes of what we have seen awake, put together in our dreams? When we close our eyes, do dream give movement to the still images?
The scenes that we dream, are they the dress rehearsal for tomorrow morning when the curtains of our eyes are opened? Are these dreams the maps to hidden treasures from deep within?
Do they ride past our eyes reminding us what is true, carrying us to the right destination?
Are our dreams the fun we forgot in the day now ending at the close of our eyes?
If we don’t remember the dreams when we wake up, does that tell of the duties over the wonders?
Are dreams the thoughts we dare not speak out loud? What happens when dreams intersect with one another? Are dreams everlasting, how long do they live? Do they kindle the fire that keeps us warm in this cold world?
Are the end results of our dreams the reality of our gifts that were there from the start?
Is it dreams that add the starlight to the darkness of our pain?
When we talk in our sleep while dreaming, is it our own voice we have found?
Are these sounds in our dreams the chains being broken, our minds released from the prison of society’s narrow view? Do dream give flight to our thoughts when they glide by?
In the quiet dreams, is it God’s voice we hear drowning out the sounds of negative messages?
Are dreams the drying of our tears and the comfort for our cries?
Is it dreams that piece together the memories, good and bad and keep us whole?
Do dreams from the night before put the twinkle in our eyes when we awaken to a new day?
After the lights go out, do dreams provide the power source to bring us through the darkness of the night?
Are dreams our anchor so we don’t drift away?
Are dreams the wind that give our souls wings?
Are dreams the jewels that accessorize our otherwise ordinary days?