So as I laid in bed last night dreading that I was on the brink of depression, I sat in silence begging God to still me.
I began to be reminded that I was still allowed to dream. “Dreams?” I thought. I dream of a nap that’s longer than 5 minutes. I dream of nice clothes that aren’t from Walmart. As I sat in my sarcastic close mindedness towards God I kept feeling him pull me out. “You can dream” I sat in silence and repeated inside my head until it reached my heart.
Sounds corny, I know, like the scene from The Wizard of Oz but it’s exactly what I needed to be reminded of. What kept us going so energetically when we were younger? For me it was my dreams of Broadway and ending world hunger! Now apparently the only world hunger I’m dealing with is the “I’m Starving!” nine year old who just ate 4 pieces of pizza half an hour ago.
Sarcasm aside, I want to remind all of you drowning moms out there that your dreams are not forgotten. That God has placed those in your heart for a reason. So today I am one step away from resentful mother and one step closer to day dreaming with a grin on my face.