The Dreamer

I had a discussion yesterday at work about faith and love.

The conversation started because I had a dream about a friend and shared it with her. It is hard for me to share my dreams at times because I fear what the person will take from it. But, from my past few dreams and my willingness to share, I have come to realize I have these dreams for a reason. So, I told her. I told her about the dream and how it made me feel and how  much I love her. Later I come to find out it was something she really needed to hear. I was so overwhelmed with happiness. God had given me the dream and I was brave enough to step out and share it.

I then told my coworker and she said she had told her Sunday school kids about me. It took me a minute to process what she said. Me... why would you talk about me to a group of kids at Sunday school. She told me each and every person has a gift and it takes strength to step out on those gifts. She told them about how I am a dreamer. She said when I say, "I had a dream," she listens to me. It was so amazing to hear how my simple dreams are effecting more than just me and the subject I dream about. God is so amazing.

Later we got to talking about love and how we should do everything with love. I then told her how my grandmother, in church, one day leaned over and said, "I love you." and from that I looked around the church and was overcome with love for everyone in the building.

Found out she (my coworker) had just read the sermon for the Sunday service and it was about love. She said without love things are mute. There is a song about without love we are nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. We should do all things with love. This song is exactly what I am talking about.




So, when God gives me anything I will choose to do it with love, share it with love, and take it as love. It is an amazing world we live in. If we all were to follow through on those things we are handed how blessed would this world be. If, in times of darkness, we were to take the bad with a dose of love how happy we would be.

I know there are many bad things out there, but with each struggle and trial we are made stronger. We are able to testify later of the work of God. I see so many dark things it can bring a person down. Lately I am taking the bad, the beautiful, and the random as a sign of something God is trying to teach me. Maybe he is giving us all lessons to learn from. Patience, heartache, joy, pain, sorrow, etc. They all are varying degrees of what we must go through. It is how we react that truly shows the real us.

I know this is more of a ramble. I just feel so overcome...with what I don't know; maybe love, peace, sorrow, and the spirit...

Point is be the dreamer, be the reader, be the martyr.