Has Life Suffocated Your Dreams?

I remember taking the picture above, of my grandson, Joshua. His mama (my daughter, Jessica) didn’t know I was on the porch, and she told him he couldn’t go outside. He stood there at the door for about five seconds, staring at me with that sad, “Can I please come outside with you?” gaze.

I opened the door and said, “Jess, I’m out here, I’ve got him.” And then to Joshy, “Wanna come out on the porch with Poppy?”

“Yeah!” he grinned, and joined me. He didn’t know what he had in store for him; all he knew was there must be more—something exciting and, hopefully, a little dangerous, waiting for him outside. He was safe inside, yes, and comfortable, but that’s not he wanted.

He wanted laughter and fun. He wanted adventure.

Remember when you and I were young and full of seemingly unkillable dreams and ideas? Pain and time have a way of suffocating those dreams, I guess.

But maybe, somewhere in the dark recesses of your spirit, that dream is still alive. Just barely, perhaps, smothered by time and scarcely breathing, gasping for air and desperate to be set free. But still there nonetheless.

Around 1990 the Lord gave me an idea for a song called, “Demonkill.” At the time I was lead singer of a band that lasted about a week. We had just decided on a name, “Rest in Peace,” when we split up. Nothing ever came of R.I.P. but the name “Demonkill” wouldn’t leave.

It haunted me so long I told my dad about it several years later, and he agreed to pay the legal fees to trademark the name. God bless him.

That was many years ago, and while I still own the name, I’ve not been able to make it happen.

Make what happen?

Anything, man.

I’m still that little kid, standing at the door of life, longing for adventure, begging my heavenly Father to let me come outside and play.

So why am I telling you this?

It’s simple: I’m turning 50 in a couple months and I’m just getting ready to start my first Demonkill novel. Not sure what’s going to happen, but I have to try.

Mediocrity is the enemy of greatness. If God has given you a dream, don’t let anything or anybody stand in your way.

If Joshy hadn’t been standing at the door, if he’d stayed back where it was completely safe and predictable, he would never have gotten to breathe fresh air with his Poppy. We would never have had that moment of laughter and adventure.

So I say, to the devil with safe…I wanna get in the game, Lord. Please open the door and let me come out and play.

I’m ready.

Will you be joining me, or would you rather sit in the house for the rest of your life? It may be dangerous out there, but there is an adventure waiting.

C’mon…live a little. Ask God to breathe life into the visions of your youth.

Let’s do it together. Let’s go for it.

3 thoughts on “Has Life Suffocated Your Dreams?

  1. I’ve tried and tried opening the door to the porch, but when i come out i run too hard i guess and fall off 🙂 ive tried several “dreams” to the point of now being bed ridden (in the natural). Nothing has been “successful.” But i still have a mustard seed that i ask God to take and grow. Some of my dreams…overseas missions, an autobiography in novel form (i have a few pages, but no name…love yours), play a classical piano concert, astronaut (i did work at NASA), reform foster care, have a ranch/retreat for people like us that can’t afford a get away, a counseling degree to.offer people help pro bono and I too am 50 – ish 🙂

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    • Thanks for the comment! Those of us who deal with chronic issues find ourselves trudging through the day, sometimes begrudgingly, angrily. I think bitterness will snuff out our dreams, if we let it. I’m trying to get back to the place where I’m going to start writing again. Everyone has a gift, and that’s mine. Some people flourish at church as “greeters,” stirring up smiles from people the second they walk in the door on Sunday. That’s awesome! Whatever your gift, it’s vital we set a goal and then keep our eyes on the prize and never give up.

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    • I must say…here’s the steps I took – i went to seminary and applied with a missions agency and went on any trip i could afford and went as far as i could but health amd finances….so i opened a coffee shop to reach local immigrants just to go broke and have to close and store all my stuff because i couldn’t sell, i started the book and the computer crashed and i lost my work…i have an undergraduate degree in piano but life always took me to more urgent matters (mainly kiddos), i did some of the astronaut training, but i wasn’t smart enough or healthy enough for the program, i’ve written letters and made calls and held babies til my health wouldn’t allow anymore, but i did contribute to a team that has submitted legislation in TX, and the retreat…i can never get enough money saved…always a crisis. Im just praying about the degree and haven’t found a place yet that i like and has financial aid. I might now have victory yet, but i am a warrior and have fought and not died…maybe that will be part of my title! Thanks Rob 🙂

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