Dream

"Dream"

I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees,
And fed my houseguests bark and leaves,
And laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly
From the highest swing.
I had a dream.

Long walks in the dark
Through woods grown behind the park,
I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me,
God answered in silent reverie.
I said a prayer and fell asleep.

I had a dream

Do you know this song? It's beautiful. And aren't dreams the stuff of life? I mean, what would we be without our dreams?

I'm going to share a really personal story with you. You may not know what to think of it, but I assure you, every word is true...

When I was a girl, I had this recurring dream. And it actually went something like the above song...especially the first verse.

I was on a swing set, swinging really high! I worked hard to get myself going as fast and high as possible. At the point where I thought I couldn't get any higher up, I let go of the chains I was holding onto...

And I would go soaring up into the sky!! Flying away, high above my swing set, then my house and
through the neighborhood! Higher and higher...!  It was awesome!
It was beyond awesome!

I looked down and saw my siblings running and squealing as they played tag in the front yard with
our friends! My dog was in the backyard leaping and barking at squirrels! And there's my mom's hydrangea bushes! Out further was a sea of houses, that went on and on...and beyond it all were the trees, hills, clouds and sun...the entire world lie just beyond my little neighborhood.

I was completely enchanted.
I wanted to keep gliding effortlessly through the clouds and explore everything as far as I could see. I wanted to see the ocean. I wondered where the mountains were. It seemed so real to me.

My whole life was out there, waiting for me to arrive. I wanted to stay in my dream.
I never wanted to wake up.
But when I did...
...My heart sank.
'Shoot,' I thought. 'It was only a dream...' I better get up and get ready for school...

The next time I had the dream, not only was I delighted, I was surprised!

But the real shocker is that the dream continued throughout my childhood. When I least expected it, here it came! I was young and didn't even realize how unusual this was. I would fall asleep hoping to dream of flying out of my swing!

...Fast forward to 2013

I'm listening to a random Internet radio station when I hear this song...its' sound is a bit haunting, yet sweet. It's lyric is strangely familiar.
I turned up the volume.
"I had a dream...I could fly, from the highest swing...I had a dream..." the beautiful voice was singing.
What?!? Really?
"You're singing my dream!" I said out loud. Something hit my heart. Tears began to fall. I started thinking about my childhood dream.

The voice in the song belongs to the gorgeous Priscilla Ahn and her song is called, appropriately enough, "Dream."

And it could be my song. It is my song! I could've written it! (If only I were that talented!)
It blew me away!
Please listen and watch:

Priscilla Ahn, Dream https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MKfDwChOoHI#

Now, I don't believe in the 'magical powers'  or significance of dreams for the most part. I'm not sure  God speaks to us in our dreams anymore.

But I also don't believe in coincidences.

I know that every encounter, everything that happens in my life is not by chance. It's by design. And this is just too crazy not to be on purpose.
This song is a gift straight to my heart. And I know Who the Giver is.

It reminded me to dream at a time when I had lost my ability to dream.
I couldn't dream.
I clung to this song for awhile whenever I needed it. I felt it's comfort. I let it's power do a work in me because I realized it was God who sent me this song as a reminder. I knew He saw me when I was small and He sees me now. He sent this song to my attention to let me know His Presence is always with me, even in my dreams during my sleep. He knows the most intimate details. And His timing was remarkable...

I may not play pretend anymore, or "feed my house guests bark and leaves..."
(Well, they may argue that point!)
But...
I still have dreams. New dreams.
I still want to fly.
And I'm still asking God who I'm supposed to be.
Dreams are good. They mean we have hope.
They give us a reason to get out of bed everyday.
Dream on my friends.
xx