Monday, October 12, 2015

Climbing Everest

I watched the movie "Everest" today. It was full of danger, stormy chaos and death, but it didn't leave me sad. It left me with a sense of longing for adventure, a sense that my dreams could grow again, bigger and brighter than I thought before.

I sat in bed and felt all my dreams return to me, stronger and better and more clear than before. I cried because I felt like all my dreams had been stolen, somehow, and I had lost my strength to hope for them anymore. I felt the fearlessness of living a full life, or at least the hunger for it. I felt love, real love, the extravagant kind that looks beyond the time and sees into the time beyond. If I close my eyes I can see the mountains, the mountains, and the longing seems to awaken my soul in a way that I have not felt in so long...

I long to live in the place where dreams are alive and passion for life bleeds red onto the ground where I walk. I want to live in the present but believe in what could be. I want to have an adventure, a beautiful story that's full and complete and holds nothing back. 

It's ok to dream. He loves our dreaming and He loves the dreamer's passion for what might be.

How do I embrace the season that I'm in? How do I find contentment in every season? How do I love in the midst of dullness? Only He can do it. And He will, I know now that not one dream is forgotten by Him. That's all I needed to know, really. As Amy Carmichael once said, "What a loving memory He has.."

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