Dreaming, Better Late than Never..

   This morning I got stuck on a small chapter of the book I have been reading, The Circle Maker, by Mark Batterson.

   It was a chapter on Dreaming, and filled with nuggets that seemed to apply to my own life in this present time. Words such as:

"Neuroimaging has shown that as we age, the center of cognitive gravity tends to shift from the imaginative right brain to the logical left brain."

"At some point, most of us stop living out of imagination and start living out of memory. Instead of creating the future, we start repeating the past. Instead of living by faith, we live by logic."

"God wants you to keep dreaming until the day you die. You’re never too old to go after the dreams God has put in your heart. And for the record, you’re never too young either. Age is never a valid excuse."

"Our date of death is not the date etched on our tombstone. The day we stop dreaming is the day we start dying. When imagination is sacrificed on the altar of logic, God is robbed of the glory that rightfully belongs to Him."

"May you keep dreaming until the day you die. May imagination overtake memory. May you die young at a ripe old age."

   They seem right. They resonate with me, but what can they mean and how do they play out in real life, a life filled with responsibilities, with roles to play?

   There are fears also that go along with dreams.

   The fear of being selfish in interpreting dreams as what I want to do.

   The fear of telling someone else what these dreams are and then failing to follow up them.

   And there is always the creeping fear that I am not close enough to God, to see His Will and hear His voice. That I am hearing what I want to hear and shutting out the rest. But he has given me a couple of quiet hours to read and think and dream this morning, and I am thankful.

   So I will continue my reading and listening.

   And being grateful for the sunrise of another day of possibilities.