I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
They had dreams. Big ones. I could see it in their eyes.
A stream of young men filed down the aisle past our row on the airplane. They each looked strong and hungry. For more.
Their shirt logos revealed the source of their hopes: boxing. Confident and courageous, they had minds set on a dream, somewhere out there.
I think back to my own youth.
On what did I pin my dreams? On a husband? On raising my kids?
What did I want to succeed in, beyond anybody’s wildest imagination? (Certainly not my initial pursuit: a career in accounting.)
And what now? Some dreams are wrecked already (like running a marathon—I hadn’t anticipated a slow-down in my body by this age. Who does?).
With age and with pain, my dreams have shifted. While I can’t do everything I had imagined, I can do other things in other areas that I never imagined in my teens and 20s.
The biggest dream is a deeper relationship with my Maker. That can’t be stopped by arthritic knees or an aching back or reduced energy.
God has no limits and he is the one in charge of fulfilling dreams.
Some of the young men on our flight might fulfill their earthly dreams and become boxers of renowned fame. Others may become distracted or injured or discouraged. Their dreams will shift. By necessity or by choice.
But if they’re wise, they’ll learn to bank their dreams on a Dreammaker who can’t be thwarted by bodies and circumstances and illnesses. And they’ll press on to a higher goal.
We thank you for giving us dreams and hope.
We praise you for knowing which dreams to fulfill and which ones to let go. May we always trust your wisdom and be grateful for your sovereign plan.
In the end, you make our best dreams come true.
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