Dreams and Mosaics - Jan. 1, 2006
After
a month hiatus, from here, I have actually been quite busy on the web
... quite a journey that I am taking with God ... there is so much to
write about. Too much for one day. Here is a start. Dreams and
Mosaics.
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinker Bell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell
Cause I believe in fairy tales
And dreamer's dreams
Like bedsheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by
And fireflies
Now before I grew up I saw you on a cloud
And I could bless myself in your name
And pat you on your wings
And before I grew up I heard you whisper so loud
Well life is hard and so is love
Child, believe in all these things
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinker Bell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell
Cause I believe in fairy tales
And dreamer's dreams
Like bedsheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by . . .
And fireflies
And fireflies . . .
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream
The song is the title song from Faith Hill's new cd but the songwriter, Lori McKenna puts her to shame. Go to Lori's site and listen to her sing it. She is an incredible songwriter and singer
When
I first heard the song, I was very sad and I thought to myself, "I have
forgotten how to dream." But no, that is not the problem.
The problem is that I wasn't taught to dream. I was raised by a realist who borders on pessimism. Every dream I ever had was shot down before it had the opportunity to take wing.
So my prayer to my sweet Father this year is that He will teach me how to dream, how to believe, increase my faith and my trust.
This morning as I wrote my morning pages, I began a prayer to the Lord. We need healing here. Physical, emotional, mental and spiritual healing. I began to picture what the healing would look like and a beautiful mosaic came to my mind. God could create something totally new or he could take the broken pieces and make it whole again. But what I see is all those broken pieces creating something intricate and beautiful. So, my prayer seems a little vague this year ... dreams and mosaics. I am anxious to see how He answers.
The problem is that I wasn't taught to dream. I was raised by a realist who borders on pessimism. Every dream I ever had was shot down before it had the opportunity to take wing.
So my prayer to my sweet Father this year is that He will teach me how to dream, how to believe, increase my faith and my trust.
This morning as I wrote my morning pages, I began a prayer to the Lord. We need healing here. Physical, emotional, mental and spiritual healing. I began to picture what the healing would look like and a beautiful mosaic came to my mind. God could create something totally new or he could take the broken pieces and make it whole again. But what I see is all those broken pieces creating something intricate and beautiful. So, my prayer seems a little vague this year ... dreams and mosaics. I am anxious to see how He answers.
Immersed in the Mystery,
Cynthia
Cynthia
Comments
Jan. 1, 2006 - Happy New Year!
Posted by readingmama
It is good to see you back friend. :)
JoAnn
Jan. 10, 2006 - Lovely!
Posted by Beth
I am so glad to *hear* from you again...missed ya! I've thought of you often and remembered you in my prayers. This is a lovely prayer...and I believe that you have a large capacity for dreams. I look forward to seeing how the Lord answers this prayer for you too.
