Behind a Glass Wall

Dreams are deferred for all kinds of reasons; historical oppression, systemic greed, lack of resources, confidence, trust, motivation, sleep. At various points in my life I’ve assumed certain comforts and goals were unattainable for people like me; poor and spoiled. Not the ‘silver spoon in mouth’ kind of spoiled, but the rotten egg, inherently worthless, therefore defilable sort of person who imprisons hope as a function of survival. When plans fail to materialize the faithful have a habit of saying when God closes a door He opens a window’. As the keeper of multiple, shame-filled secrets, I felt like a locked and windowless room. One of the many mysteries of the universe is the transmutable power of Love; our collective destiny. All that’s required for reentry is a crack; fault lines in the stone plate of ego defenses, hairline fractures of a vulnerable bones or sometimes, complete nervous breakdowns. Either way, if we’re lucky, something eventually breaks us and we finally yield to the gifts waiting on the other side. ~

What is your dream and who or what is it waiting for?

I hope you’re having a relaxing Sunday. That was my devotion this morning He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters; he restores my soul.—Psalm 23:2-3

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