I cannot remember my dreams from last night. I cannot even remember a hint of them! I used to be a tad insecure about this. Who, me, Hannah, the girl who has a great memory? It didn't bother me too much until I tried the other day to recall the night's thoughts and ideas. But nothing came. I was over it.
Or was I?
I took some time to think about it this morning at 3:37 a.m., when I woke up wide awake and ready for the day, albeit 3 hours too soon. Even though I can only recall a few nighttime dreams from my childhood (which usually entailed me flying or swimming in the ocean), I cannot remember a single dream since.
Why does this matter? It occurred to me that my concern and focus on such a topic as nighttime dreams is a waste of time (at least for me). Why did I get so concerned about such a topic when what really matters matters so much more? Such as daytime dreams, desires, and goals that God has placed in me and within my waking hours?
How easy and often is it to focus on the non-issues, the details that detract and distract, rather than the issues, the joys that add and assist in who you are, what you are made for, and the dreams God graciously and abundantly gave you?
I apologize if I sound harsh. I apologize for the run-on sentences. I just do not want you to waste the invaluable gift of time that I have on inconsequential issues.
