When I was younger I would go out looking for adventure. It was always the best to be in a new place with hundreds of possibilities and endless things to find. I was a dreamer who could see the unimaginable in the simplest things.
Nature is the adventure that would usually occupy my time. My friends and I would track off of the beaten path in the forest near my neighborhood, or we would find a huge piece of plastic and all of the sudden it would be used in combination with other unusable objects to create a fortress. Trees held all kinds of stories as we would swing from the limbs.
The living room would become a lava pit that we would have to make the treacherous journey through from one side to the other…Don’t die by stepping on the floor! Tents covered our beds and would make the perfect hiding place from the monsters that terrified us. Life held such precious treasures and we grabbed onto them as we would giggle and laugh.
Then somewhere in the middle of everything I grew up. I had to become responsible. A piece of my childhood and fantasy life vanished. I no longer dreamed of the impossible, but started to dream only of what was attainable. Life became boring and a heavy burden.
Yesterday as I was taking a walk through the streets by the Hyltons I stumbled across an old abandoned house. A spark of mischieviousness flashed through my mind. My mind was immediately taken back to the old days. I wanted to investigate this little run down house that was falling apart. What fun would it be to delve into the building alone? I went home and excitedly told Jenni and Pridge that I found an abandoned house that I was going to search and that they could come if they wanted. Of course, they were in!
We went back today. Though it wasn’t nearly as exciting as it could have been if we would have gone at midnight, it was still refreshing. So many different possibiities of lives that people had lived in that house rushed my mind. How long had it been there? Why was it left to rot and be defaced? What exactly was in the woods behind the house? Any dead bodies? Yes, I did look, but no, I didn’t find any!
When dreaming stops, life becomes dull. God is the God of impossible things. What do you dream about? Is there anything that you have given up on because you grew up and became responsible, succumbing to reality? I know I want to dream bigger dreams, and not stop because of impossibility. The dreams God has placed in me are attainable, even when I have no idea how those dreams will come to pass. Praise the Lord that He is in control and will see us through anything too big for us!
