Monday, October 13, 2014

She Dreams My Dreams


Life is not a competition. There is enough for everyone. We are here to live in service. We are here to lift up our sisters and our brothers. Our pain is her pain. Our loss is his loss. Our love is her love. Our dreams are his dreams. Most simply put, our only job is to see ourselves in another. We must see that innocent spirit that resides in all of us who longs for love and who begs for forgiveness. Because, in the end, in God's eyes or whatever you call it, we are all worthy, every single one of us. And our dreams, well they are all valid, each and every one of them.

First thing this morning, I received this text from Ashlea. I am lucky to call her friend. This is not a humble brag, this is an example of how to live. Ashlea is an example of how to live and the friend we should all be to each other. She dreams my dreams, literally. I will practice her example and dream for others as I sleep tonight. I hope this message encourages you do you the same. As the person on the receiving end of such a gift, I can only tell you, it lifts, it lights, and it only encourages the urge I have to dream and hope and extend love for others. 

Tonight, I dream your dreams. 

What you can't see, mostly because of space and auto correct is that Ashlea goes on to say this dream is the first thing she thought of when she awoke. Ashlea has a husband, three kids, a dog, and a plethora of other things to think about in the morning. But, what she thought about first, was the dream she had about her friend; the dream she had about another. 

6 comments:

  1. Wonderful post, Sarah! It is so good to be reminded to think of others as ourselves. Love you!

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  2. You two are lucky to have such a great friend in each other :)

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    1. Thank you, Gina. I am so glad to have her. And I always love to hear from you!

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  3. That made me tear up. That is so awesome to have such a dear friend. I don't feel that I have that person (being divorced, grown kids, and living with and caring for my elderly Mother with early signs of Alzheimer's) but, I need to get out of myself and pity-party enough to find it. Thanks for posting this. You are blessed as she is to have such a dear friend in you as well.

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    1. It took me a long time to learn how to have a friend like Ashlea. I had to learn to be a friend to myself first, which was the hardest part. You sound as if you are a joy to love. I am sure you will find that you are enough, just as you are. Much love and peace to you. And thank you.

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