Dreams are pretty much like seeds in a garden. Sometimes they get planted long before they sprout and grow. I found some red potatoes while digging around in my garden trying to spruce it up after a tornado and hail storm. I didn’t know I had planted potatoes! Obviously, they came from the compost pile that I had spread around in early spring to enrich the soil.
We All Have Dreams
Do you have dreams and desires lying dormant? We’ve all had dreams or seeds planted that lodged deep in our spirits or our hearts. Sometimes – actually often times – these dreams are planted when we are young, still dreamers, when we believed anything was possible. When we thought we could do or have or become anything we set our hearts and eyes on – until somebody said, “You can’t.” or “That’s not practical.” or “We just don’t do those things.” Once, a family member said to me “We’re just not a family that takes risks.” I think that comment was like a garden hoe that poked a little hole in the soil of my heart and memories, just enough to let a little light shine in and a drop of rain to awaken a seed that had been planted long ago.
The Big Dream
I always wanted to live on a farm, live in the country, have animals, be able to walk and roam peacefully. I was a voracious reader and when I ran out of appropriate reading materials or the cruel northeast Ohio winters forbade me from walking to the library, I raided my mom’s bookshelf. It was a conglomeration of 70’s self-help books, encyclopedias, interior decorating books, and the Doubleday Book Club specials. Included were also those Reader’s Digest condensed books. This is where I found the charming story The Egg and I.
Not grammatically correct, I know, but it was a sweet story about a couple who gave up city life and moved to the country. It was also a movie starring Fred MacMurray and Claudette Colbert, You can watch the trailer here:
I found their adventures funny and intriguing. I was living in a tidy, sidewalk-lined suburb with manicured lawns and the only chickens I had ever seen were Foghorn Leghorn and his flock on Looney Tunes and the closest I ever got to farm life was the petting zoo.
A few years later I discovered what would become my favorite book series of all time – All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot. It’s the life story of a country vet in England in the 1930’s and 40’s. James Herriot (pen name) was an incredibly competent vet as well as a masterful story teller. I felt as if I’d climbed right into the barn with him as he helped a cow give birth on a bone-chilling winter evening. I could smell the freshly cut hay and feel the wind on my face as he stood overlooking the rolling hills of the English countryside. My dream of a farm was infused with a little more life.
The Dream is Now a Reality!
Fast forward many years and I finally have that farm. After raising a family, caring for my aged mom, committing myself to my career, and battling some family health issues, we left the comforts of suburbia and bought a farm. It was a bit overwhelming at first and we often felt like Bob and Betty MacDonald from The Egg and I. This photo pretty much sums up our experience at farming:
After a few weeks of bumbling around and trying to figure out what we were doing (and ignoring those irritating voices that said “Are you sure you did the right thing?”), I had a moment of clarity. It was a sense of ‘this is what I was meant to do and where I was meant to be.’ My dream seed was planted long before I had any practical sense of how to make it come true, but nurturing that seed in my heart kept it full of life potential so that when the time was right, and the conditions were optimal, I was ready to harvest that dream.
Disclaimer: I’ve never nurtured my dreams on my own. I have a Helper!
To find out how God wants to help you grow your dreams read here.
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