Dreams Cost

Sitting down for a breath here!

It's been a busy few weeks and a super busy morning. I've spent my morning getting loose ends wrapped up for moving this week. A deep chest freezer purge, since I can't take it with me and garden veggies have freezer burn, being two years old. . . putting away school materials (yay for Miraclegirl). . . pulling magnets and pictures off the fridge. . . gathering up the plants into one group. . . and beginning to clean corners that in one short year and hidden behind furniture and fixtures, get grimy and dirty. 
Throughout it all I keep thinking:

 Dreams cost you. 

It is a long hard road to dream fulfillment. 

People looking in from the outside comment, "You are so lucky. You're life is so perfect. . . especially now because you get to live your dreams."

Those who look on with envy don't see the financial stress as we try to make it work with what we have. . . or the fact I won't have a stove for awhile. . . or a shower for a week or two. . . or I can't finish painting because we've neared the end of the renovation budget. . . or the boxes I won't be able to unpack yet. . . or the internal soul of me that is feeling the lack of solitude because this house and Shiloh is full of helpers, and while I am SOOO grateful, I am also craving our private family life. . . or just plain the weariness. . . 

People say, "You're so lucky. I wish I had your life".

I AM blessed.

I am, I am, I am!

There is however, a reality about a blessed life that is a dream come true.

It takes blood, sweat, and tears.

Ok, maybe not blood but definitely sweat and tears.

Dreams don't just happen. You don't fall into them easily.

They take work beyond belief. Struggle. Like birth. Hard, painful, don't-give-up-now-struggle.

Days of, "I can not do this!" 

 

Hours when you and your spouse are ready to explode at each other and the next, you're leaning against each other wearily.

The difficulty of dragging out of bed for that necessary quiet time with God after a low-sleep night with restless children who couldn't sleep because their lives are topsy-turvy. 

The pain and tingling because of Ulnar Nerve Syndrome flaring up from the painting and scrubbing and the advanced-arthritis-you'll-need-a-knee-replacement-by-40 knees that are aching because of climbing ladders, kneeling, and crawling into odd spaces. 

The tears from frustration and exhaustion.

Oh yes, dreams carry a price.

Anyone can have the beautiful life that living out your dreams is.

Anyone. 

But it doesn't just happen. It takes work. 

When God gives a vision, He doesn't just plop it, completely built, into your lap, but He does give the grace for the journey it takes to build it.  

Part of the vision is the process to the fulfillment. In the physical process, is the emotional and spiritual process of becoming who you need to be to live the dream. It's all part of the story. The dwindling bank account. The hurting body. The weariness. The feeling like you can't go on. All of it makes up the story. All of it makes up the dream. 

I encourage you, Go for your dreams. Just realize they price may be high between here and there. 

But ask me if that price is worth it when my angel children comemy way and I'm sure I'll tell you with glowing face,  "It was worth every moment of preparation. 

Every. moment!"

I have a few posts set to post automatically this week but other than those pre-written posts, won't be doing much internet time--which means emails may not be responded to right away, nor FB messages either. Bear with me. I will be back. It's just that for this week and maybe next. .  .

I'm busy building my God's dream into a reality.  :)