Are your dreams in a winter season? If you feel like you are–I want you to know that your dreams are most certainly not dead!
Hold on, spring is coming!
I wanted to share with you a sacred text I received from a fellow hope*writer, Niki Hardy. Mind you, we only spoke once over the phone once–and that was to help answer her questions on self publishing.
This time last year I was feeling suicidal thoughts while recovering from a miscarriage in a city we couldn’t leave for a year because of my husband’s job contract. I haven’t shared this (about the suicidal thoughts) until now because I’m in a better place. Winter is almost over and spring is coming. I don’t ever want to come across as that I have it all together. I need community. And not all writers write all the time just like not all flowers are always in bloom. Yesterday, I woke up to this sweet and totally spirit led text from @niki.hardy. We had only one conversation on the phone about self publishing so it’s not like she knew what God put on my heart!! I even told my life coach, Vickie Bridges, yesterday that I’m in a winter season and I can’t wait for spring. So I called Niki and we had our second phone call and I cried and she prayed. God is good. I love how God has used @hopewriters to encourage my heart! #springiscoming
Don’t you just love it when God puts people on our hearts whether through a thought, dream, or vision? We have a choice. We can step out in faith, not knowing whether or not we heard from God correctly–or we can exercise faith and share it anyway. When we share in obedience, we have the potential to exponentially encourage others in the spirit through prayer, word, and deed!
I am sharing this now because I know I am not the only one who is in a winter season.
- Maybe you’re afraid to dream because you’re used to having a plan–and you’re mad at God for waiting so long to fulfill those dreams. I see you Kathy.
- Maybe you’ve just deleted your Instagram account for a fresh start. I see you Ronel.
- Maybe you’re in a winter season but your soul is in bloom. I see you Angie.
- Maybe your dream is so big that it scares you, but you’re trying anyway. I see you Kati.
- Maybe you’ve got a lot of ideas for spring, but you’re not sure which one to pursue because you’re standing at the crossroads. I see you Carla.
- Maybe you’re full of so much heart that you want to make sure you hear God’s voice above the rest before you pursue your next endeavor. I see you Lisa.
- Maybe you’re not sure how you’re going to get through the incredibly tough winter season, but you can’t stop dreaming for spring. I see you Caite.
- Maybe you’re a (newish) mom and you’re not sure how that is going to change the whole dreaming process. I see you Melissa and Marisa and Amanda.
- Maybe this election rocked you to your core and you’re not sure how to reconcile dreaming for the future with your faith. I see you Larissa and Jessica.
- Maybe you’re taking some time off from writing and not sure when God is calling you back. I see you Sarah.
- Maybe you don’t have any dreams or expectations because you just went through the most difficult and heartwrenching winter of your entire life. I see you Becky.
- Maybe you’re battling the bully of anxiety with the dance of dreams and you’re pushing forward. Slowly. I see you Nadelle.
- Maybe you’re too afraid to tell anyone that you’re going through depression and dreams are the further thing from your mind right now. I see you friend.
- Maybe like me, you’re struggling with contentment. I see you friends.
No matter what season you are in physically, emotionally, or spiritually–I wanted to encourage you today.
If you are in a winter season, I want you to know that the enemy wants to steal your rest by making you believe your dreams are dead, but they are not. Hold on, #springiscoming. And just because you’re in a winter season doesn’t mean your soul can’t be in bloom, says another hope*writer, Angie. Check out her post on that here.
This waiting is hard –
On good days you have to find the beauty that will feed you on
the bad days.
Squirrels and birds stow away food for winter, sustenance to see
them through the days when nourishment is hard to find.
Have I uncovered any treasure to carry me through?
A pocketful of leaves, a song on the radio, a poem.
Something to satisfy when there is nothing fresh to be found.
Some days waking up is an act of violence against the despair.
Some days it is all you can do to put one foot in front of the other.
These are the days to collect miracles.
What are you doing today? I am collecting miracles.
I made breakfast: miracle, I managed the school run: miracle, I
smiled at another weary soul: miracle, I told a friend today was a
bad day: miracle, I remembered to rest: miracle.
This is how you survive the winter: collecting miracles where you find them.
I have known years when collecting miracles
was the only thing that kept me going. Finding
beauty in the darkness became essential.
As important as breathing.
And this was no forced positivity, no ‘smile and
the world smiles back’.
Like Hansel and Gretel I needed to find the
trail to lead me back home.
Crumbs of hope.
While I waited.