To All The Dreamers Who Have Given Up On Dreams
Open door by saavem, sxc.hu
Hi,
God here. Just thought I'd drop by and surprise you. You never thought I'd really write this letter, did you?
I
could almost hear your racing heart and see the look of shock on your
face, and if I were to read your thoughts, you would be thinking about
all the naughty things you did and frantically trying to figure out
whether to apologize profusely for them, or make up excuses and see if
you can get away with it. And then, almost immediately, you will feel
genuinely repentant, and think of whether a sinner such as you, who
would even think of lying to God, deserves a place in heaven.
Don't
look so surprised. I made you, remember? I know you better than you
know yourself. I know how you feel, I know what you think about, and I
know your deepest fears and desires. I know how bad you can be, and
have been, but I also know the good in you and what you have done.
I
know you have a ton of questions but now is not the time. But I will
give you this little morsel: "All is not as it seems. And on your
earthly plane, you can see and know just a tiny fraction of what really
is."
And now, on to the real purpose of this letter.
Remember
the dream you had when you were 9? You wanted to be a doctor so that
you could discover a cure for aging and everybody could live forever.
When you were 10, you wanted to write. At 12, you wanted to be a world
class long distance runner. By the time you were in your early
thirties, I counted a total of 14 dreams,
Not
so long ago, you dreamt of one day standing at the top of the
Matterhorn in the Alps. And you pursued that dream with a passion
uncharacteristic of your other dreams. You started exercising
seriously, you took up classes in mountaineering and you started going
on expeditions to the nearby peaks.
But
the training expeditions took up a lot of your time, and I know that
the traveling expenses didn't help with your finances. Along with the
kids, the wife, your job, your friends and family, your time and money
are being stretched to the limit. I know that you are running yourself
ragged and you know that something's got to give.
I
heard the silent whisper from you that night last week when things
didn't go very well with your wife. It was then that you realized that
you have got to give up on that dream. Of all the dreams you had, you
really want this one. But some things are not meant to be...perhaps not
yet.
You
were at the end of your rope that night. You tried so hard, and you
really thought you could juggle all your responsibilities and your
dream. But you gave up on more than your dream of conquering a mountain
that night. You gave up on dreams altogether.
I
know life is not easy. And dreams bring with them added commitment and
responsibilities. In many cases, it just becomes too much and the day
to day living takes over, leaving dreams just a fond memory and not
something a sensible and practical person indulges in.
I
created you special. In fact, I created each and every one of you
special. I gave every one of you the ability to go beyond your limits,
beyond what I envision you can. I gave you something that your rational
mind can never give, I gave you the ability to dream. And it is
through dreams that you can achieve the impossible. Over all of my
creations, over all of the universes, and over all of the other realms
that your science has yet to discover, it is those creatures with dreams
that have achieved wonders that surprised even me.
So,
I am doing what you might call an intervention. Right now, you are
just feeling really disappointed that you are not going to be able to
climb the Matterhorn, and you don't yet realize that something have died
inside of you. I'm telling you that it has. And I'm telling you not
to give up on dreams.
I know you have one last question on your mind. Search your heart, you know it's me.
God
