God has been working in some pretty incredible ways lately. To give you a peek into what His hand has been doing in this heart of mine, I thought I would share something that became a lifeline a few weeks ago. These God-breathed words of Psalm 139 have defined my life lately. I'm also including my own jotted notes to give you a glimpse into how He has been using His Words to write another chapter in my life. As you read them, you might discover that He’s been writing a similar story in your life as well.

Oh Lord, you have searched me, down into my very heartbeat

Tears stung my eyes as I closed the door behind me. The crystal clear cobalt sky greeted me cheerily and the bright tulips nodded their heads as I passed, but even the hopeful signs of spring were little comfort. Another inside dream was crumbling in my hands and I needed a minute outside to clear the cobwebs in my head. What is the point of dreaming? I sighed, as I fingered a blade of grass.


I could have almost repeated that conversation with Marilla... although, this time, I was having my doubts even about the flying part. Maybe it wasn't worth the "thud" after all. Hoping is too painful sometimes.

My fingers absentmindedly combed the grass and brushed over a tiny, feathery seed pod. It was a helicopter seed. I looked up and could see the pods dancing down from the nearby tree; their little bodies being given fully to their brief, glorious flight to the ground. Down they came by the hundreds, each twirling with a kind of magical aura. My mind wandered back to childhood when I would gather up handfuls of the little wimsical maple seeds, just to watch them catch the wind. Carefree. Light. Hopeful.

But there was one problem... one that never even crossed my mind until now. Each of those little seeds were plummeting to their death. Thousands upon thousands of little seeds cover the sidewalks, curbs, gutters, and lawns every spring, only to be dried by the summer sun, choked by the tall grass, or washed away by the spring rain before they can take root. Only one or two little helicopter seeds will ever survive long enough to actually bear fruit -- to produce their own helicopter someday. On the outset, it looks like such a waste.

I'm a dreamer by nature. Little desires and hopes fly up on the "wings of anticipation" much like those little helicopter seeds. They dance along the outskirts of my heart, fluttering like little seeds looking for a secure place to settle and grow. But what becomes of them? Dreams and desires that go unfulfilled...are they wasted?

This was the quandary that I wrestled with on that sunshine-y day in the yard. It still comes back from time to time. As I've been thinking about it in the weeks following, however, I've come to understand...perhaps... why those dreams have to die first.

It's because of hope.

Sounds a little oxymoronic, doesn't it?

Those little tiny seeds represent something greater than a meaningless death. They represent the source from which they came. When Jesus gave us the command: "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart" (Psalm 37:4), He wasn't saying to never dream again. Rather, He was explaining where the focus should be... not in the little tiny seed, but in the great, majestic tree behind it. What do I love the most? Do I love God or am I just infatuated with His gifts?

A friend once told me that "falling in love is God putting a little bit of His heart in yours." If my dreams and desires are from God Himself then they will be extensions of His heart. The quality of those little seeds that come fluttering down from my heart will be a reflection of what I am truly grounded in. When my hope is securely in God alone, then those dreams are no longer mine; they are His - awaiting supernatural fulfillment in His time.

But what about when they die?

Is God so unloving as to tantalize us with dreams and desires, only to dash them cruelly before our faces? Does He give His children gifts, only to snatch them back without any replacement? What does death really mean for our dreams?


Death means surrender. It means prying back our fingers from the tiny seeds and letting them fall. It means trusting God enough to know that He IS who HE says He is. It means having faith to know that the FRUIT that will come from that death will be far greater than we could ever ask or imagine.

When my dreams die, I get to see just how involved God is in that moment. I see His heart.

Maybe the fruit is that we will understand His heartbeat even more intimately - to know God Himself. Maybe the fruit is the passion, trust, and peace that comes from a heart that has been stripped away from any dividing love, and has become wholeheartedly devoted to the Father. Maybe the fruit is the faith that will spring up in even greater waves when we witness God resurrecting our dream in such a way that ONLY He could receive the glory.

The fruit that comes from the death of a dream is for God to determine... but it WILL come. I know that when it does, it will be the best possible outcome imaginable. I may not see it now, but I trust in His Word and give time for Providence to explain.

So therefore, my dear friends, "Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord." (Psalm 31:24)

~ Beth