The dream in my heart is of music and light, laughter and joy. At this juncture in my life, I am not getting a lot of this kind of atmosphere. It is a work in progress.
My dream is feeling like mist, drifting away. I do know God has placed it in my heart, but I am growing weary waiting for it to materialize.
The rain has been a continual theme this summer. I'm afraid it is serving as a symbol of the melting hope in my heart.
Peaceful sleep eludes me, fatigue and continuous joint pain dogs me day and night. It feels like the disquiet of my soul. The longing and yearning for something different. Joy in the morning. Psalm 30:5 (NKJV)5 For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life;
Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.
This I must believe, no matter what. This low point will pass, this I know. Fantasizing freedom to let this feeling pass without latching onto it. Tomorrow the sun will rise on a better day.