Did you ever give up a dream?
I'm not talking about a dream of joining the circus or of being able to say that you've stepped foot on the moon.
I mean a dream that held you!
One that was attached to the very core of your being. One that you could close your eyes and actually see happen. You knew the steps that had to be taken. You knew the barriers that stood in your way and you prayed day and night for God to topple them with a great crashing punch! The kind of dream that you truly felt was a part of God's plan for your life.
How do you let something like that go?
Like a loss of a loved one, that's how.
With eyes stinging with hot grieving tears you pry open your fingers one by one, letting loose all those hopes that had embedded themselves in your identity. There you sit. Hands wide open.
Wide open and empty.
A gaping chasm is left in your chest and all the tears in Alberta can't change that. If your quiet enough, you might catch the faint whistle of the prairie winds as they blow through you.
Right. Through. You.
It's gone.
Do you trust what remains?
