BC is reading a John Eldredge book The Journey of Desire. A prolific writer, we have read a couple of his books, Wild at Heart and Sacred Romance. The latter book our small group used as study material. Deep and thought provoking, John is an excellent writer and manages to prick a note deep within your soul.
This book is about searching for the life that you dreamed of. This has led to some discussions at home about our dreams and aspirations and what became of them. Coming from a long line of cynics and realists, my immediate response was that life had managed to knock the block out from under those dreams and I did not even remember what they were. The eternal optimist (a wonderful trait) bc shared some of his dreams with me and what had happened to knock him off the tracks of realizing them. I have not read the book, but I would surmise that John is going to bring you around to the dreams and desires that God has for us. Food for deep thought! I love to think and wonder and ponder-so I may have to read this book when bc finishes.
A couple of days after our discussion, I did remember a dream I had as a little girl. This dream or fantasy as you will see has always stayed with me and I remember vividly the feeling I had when I imagined it could actually happen.
Growing up during the early days of television, pre-computers, and pretty much the time that you went outside and played and entertained yourself, I had plenty of time to let my imagination wander. Deep in our back yard, we had a swing set that was firmly planted in the ground and allowed for high swinging. I cut my teeth on comic books pouring over them even before I could read. Can you believe that I actually remember lying in bed at night, before I could read and looking at comic books? Superman was one of the reoccurring comics that appeared in our home. This opened the door to flying. I spent hours swinging, all by myself and imagining that I could shoot off that swing when the arc reached it's highest point and fly. This led to many years of dreams of flying over roof tops and trees, through night stars and morning clouds. It was a special and magical dream and fantasy. What came along to stop that dream? I am not sure, but I have never forgotten that wonderful free feeling of soaring off that swing and into the sky. A lost dream-no a wonderful and happy memory from a childhood of long ago that I hope to cherish as long as I have "wings to fly".
Did you have dreams or aspiration or fantasys? I would love to know about them!
Got up at 5 this AM to meet Babs and do our weekly longer run. When I got out of bed, I seemed to have a stomach upset. Knowing Babs would be waiting, I went anyway. Thankfully Jennifer met us also, and finished the run with Babs. I only made about half a mile before I had to turn around and walk back. NOW I will have to get up AGAIN tomorrow and try again. Have no fear, I am not sick, just seem to have eaten something that did not agree with the old tummy.