Stuck in Dreams

        
         I’m a dreamer; an ISFJ to be precise.
What’s that mean? It partly means I find more pleasure and enjoyment in the idea of a thing to the thing itself.

For
instance, I find great delight in the idea of spending the day on our pond; it’s
rather lovely, my idea. It goes like this: Me, beautifully arrayed, sitting in
our silver boat. I float about reading my latest find while eating an apple
just like Anne of Green Gable would do. After a while I let my hair down and I
just know that the scene is as pretty
as a picture.

          In reality I’m
sitting in a rusty boat on a murky pond and I’m sweating buckets. My half eaten
apple has long turned brown and the gnats love to swarm about my tangled,
wind-tossed hair.

          Reality isn’t nearly as pretty as I
pictured.

          The problem isn’t that I’m dreamy. I
believe God made me this way for His glory. He knows that His church needs both
practical, down-to-earth realists as well as the reaching-for-the-stars
dreamers. He makes all things work for good for those who love Him and are
called according to His purpose.

          The problem is how I let my preference
for the idea become more important, more engaging, than the idea itself. We all
know of the sincere Christian who dreams of becoming a missionary yet fearfully
refuses to speak of Christ to his college peers or the young lady who dreams of
running the picture-perfect home yet refuses to be a blessing where she is at
now. They’re in love with the dream while they shirk the hands-on, practical
necessaries.

          What then can we dreamers do? Throw
out our ideals? Never. Instead let’s put our hand to the plow. Has God given
you the desire (dream) for a more active, powerful prayer life? Then spend time
in prayer. Have you been inspired to get into shape? Then by all means, put
that on-sale Valentine candy back on the shelf. Are you dreaming of running a
home of your own one day? Then practice the virtues of a servant.

Making
dreams reality only happens when we are willing to do the hard things.

Ugh.
I hate doing the hard things. But what I hate even more is never growing because I’m
too busy dreaming.  Too busy wishing I
was a better Christian, witness, daughter, student and friend . . .

Oh,
Papa, teach me to be content with where I am at and to put into action the
beautiful dreams you give.

Yours
forever dreamy,
          Frannie

 P.S. I know, I know. Writing about being Beatrix Potter one moment and then writing about reality the next . . . can this girl ever find balance?

One  day in glory I will. Until then laugh and bear with me.  🙂

One thought on “Stuck in Dreams

  1. Ooouch … you just put words on one of my biggest problems. I can't even begin to name the number of hours I've spent constructing beautiful fairy castles in the air, only to wake up in my cluttered room and wonder why so much in my real life is left undone. Thank you for the challenge to apply my dreams and turn them into good things for myself and my family!

    Lots of love,
    Vicki

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