A couple of weeks ago, I sat watching my kids swim in Steamboat, Colorado. I was praying and jotting down some notes for Mosaic Moments, a newsletter for women I write, when I was captivated by the landscape outside the pool room. The snow-covered mountains were breathtaking. The beautiful trees were perfectly white and green. It was gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. I began to tell God how beautiful it was when I was caught off guard by this swelling feeling of sadness arising in my heart. Suddenly my eyes filled with tears as God spoke to me. Basically He said that what I was gazing at, all though awe inspiring to me, was His fallen dream. He said that what I was seeing was simply echoes and shadows of what He intended for me to live in and what I will live in one day.
God HAD a dream!
And His dream was broken.
I never looked at things from this perspective. He dreamed of man and woman walking with Him in a garden. Innocent, naked, free.
In Genesis 6:6 it says, “So the LORD was sorry He ever made them and put them on the earth. It broke His heart.”
But as I sat, tears welling up, He reminded me again-
“I HAVE a dream!”
God will have His way.
He is in the business of making His dream come to past.
There will be a new heaven and a new earth one day.
We will dwell with Him forever.
There are many things I drew from this time with the Lord, but one of the things that most stand out to me now is this-
Even God’s dream is marked with some challenges.
He has had to sacrifice all, persist continuously, love, and trust.
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