His Eye is On Your Dream

Today...

When once again I came to the same point, deep in my heart, the same very familiar place that I keep visiting for the past three years.

Read this poem again... 

and help my self to dream again...

Some sit on your chest, pressing tenacity and perseverance. 

They grab your hands, loosening that which consumes and withdraws you from taking hold of them.
Others are wall flowers. Pleading dance card in hand. 

They dare a glance up, desperate for you to see, "I'm waiting."
There are those you stalk, sleep on their front stoop. Break and enter into their impenetrable fortress.

Still other dreams are miles away, pacing their steps toward you. 

Upon meeting in the middle, realization hits: you'd know that face anywhere. 

Every step toward this union finally makes sense.

Some dreams captivate us and come true with little effort

Some wait for us to take hold of them

Some block us out, making us work for their fruition

Some are so private, even we don't know they exist until we enter them

All have commonality of one thing: the Giver. 

He sees the heart that dares to rush into a dream headlong and rejoices when it comes true. 

His eye spies the soul a tad shy and scared to go after what it longs for and holds her hand encouraging. 

Without fail, the weary and frustrated remain in His view and care. 

And His glance does more than pass by the one who excitedly recognizes a discovered dream...

He whispers delighted wisdom her way.

Not all dreams will come true. 

Not all dreams that come true will equate to easeful joy. 

That's just the way it can be. 

But one certainty is and was and will always be true: His eye is on you.

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? ~Matthew 6:26

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Quoted  from: Proverbs31 Ministries, June 18, 2011