You, God, are the One who knows my heart.
You live there. You see me as I really am. You built that Place, that Holy Space where my dreams abide. You carefully crafted them and nurtured them and fed them.

There are so many questions I need to ask, though.

Like, if You crafted the dream there, where did it go? What happened that caused that dream to fade away into the stars? Or why did those years pass before that other dream dug its toes into the dirt and grew roots? I really wanted to see that one in full color.

But, in pursuit of the lost dream, I see a star in the night sky that shines so absolutely bright it causes my heart to squeeze with passion and I think it was made just for me. And I’m drawn to that beautiful tree whose roots are so deep the biggest wind has yet to cause it to fall. She calls to me and tells me she’s from my dreams. The red and orange leaves that fall from her in the autumn are painted in my favorite season.

So, God, with great gratitude, I see you’ve once again let me answer my own questions. That’s why you live here. In me. In Your great wisdom, to be close enough to cause me to chase and capture my own fulfillment, my own responses.

I see the questions about where my dreams went actually came with the answers built in. I had only to ask…

Let’s see if I’m up to another dream chase.

Published On: December 8, 2023By 1.4 min read

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