I'm a dreamer. And not in your 'I dream of climbing Mount Everest one day' way. I'm a literal dreamer. I dream every night and will remember all of my dreams in the morning. They consist of the crazy, out of control, where did my mind come up with that dreams and some that are so realistic I wake up wondering if it actually happened.
Our mind is a wonderful and mysterious gift from God. It's crazy to think that things that are going on in my life that I think don't bother me, will show up in my dreams and remind me that they're still there and ignoring them won't make them go away.
I'll be the first to admit that I hide a lot of my feelings, and don't openly share how I'm doing or what's going on in my life...even to the people closest to me. And that hurts them. The truth is that I hate being vulnerable, which I'm sure a lot of you would say the same about yourself. It's like I'm waiting to be asked how I'm doing, but what I should be doing is sharing and asking for advice. Rather than hold it in until I can't hold it in anymore.
Andrew showed me this week that he is my biggest fan and will always be here for me, encouraging, supporting, and continually loving me no matter what. That is the most awesome feeling. But, what's even cooler and what I think a lot of us forget is that our number one fan since before we were born is still cheering for us even in the midst of our mistakes, pain, and suffering.
On this beautiful Sunday morning, I was reminded again of God's beautiful creation as Andrew and I hiked up a mountain that overlooked New Jersey and New York. Just like that mountain that we had to hike up to get the beautiful view, in our lives we must work hard and never give up on the dreams that will make us stronger and more loving individuals.
God is love.
