I rarely remember my dreams, but on this particular night I had a vivid dream. I dreamed that Ben and I were pregnant. I had woke up one morning and decided to take a pregnancy test… the test came back positive and I ran into our bathroom screaming to Ben “WE’RE PREGNANT!!”. We were both so excited, crying tears of Joy and immediately started trying to decide how we were going to tell our family. We came up with our idea, we had dinner with my parents and told them the good news, then had dinner with Ben’s parents and told them about our new addition. It was just such an exciting dream and felt so REAL.
I woke up at 8:35 on my own (everyone who knows me knows I don’t wake up until 9) and I was devastated. When I woke up I was hit in the face with my reality. The reality that I wasn’t pregnant, the reality that I could have slept for 25 more minutes and enjoyed more of my blissful dream. I just began to cry… well let’s be honest… I threw myself a pity-party. I asked God “WHY? Why would you let me dream that all night and then let me wake up to this reality? That is SO MEAN!”. The absolute moment I said that I heard my phone buzz. Like I said earlier, everyone who knows me knows not to text me before 9 unless it’s important. I looked at my phone and there was a text from my Mom….
So of course I immediately felt about 2 inches tall. Why would I question God or get angry at him? He let me have that sweet sweet dream , and rather than waking up grateful I woke up angry. Sometimes I wonder why I have to be so stubborn.
One day that dream is going to become my reality, God promised. I just have to stay seated until that promise is ready to be fulfilled. Easier said than done, but I’m learning 🙂