Have a Dream

I had a strange dream last night. 

I was with my mom, dad and little bro in Pocatello, ID visiting my sister Hannah and her family (who actually live in Logan, not Pocatello). For some reason I was driving back early with my little bro in our Toyota Corolla. I came to a fork in the road and realized I forgot to ask mom and dad how to get home.  There were two signs at the fork telling where each road led. I drove past the sign and couldn’t see it good enough so I just backed up on the freeway so I could get a better look.  Provo: Left.   So I turned left, only to find another fork in the road about 100 feet ahead.  This one said Ohio on the right and something else on the left. I didn’t know what to do so in a panic, I took the road on the right (thinking maybe Ohio was the final destination and Provo was somewhere along the way).  It was dark and snowy and I was having a hard time seeing the road. There was a lot of construction that completely altered the normal road-path.  Finally I got into a situation where I could NOT see whether the road curved or went straight or anything, and I couldn’t see the cars in front of me to just follow them.  I let go of the wheel and drifted in to the middle of the road and hoped I wasn’t in the way of oncoming traffic. I heard semi’s honking their horns, but I didn’t get hit.

I was anxious to find out the end of the dream, but then I woke up.

I’ve been thinking about this ALL day long and what it might mean. My dear Watson and I are kind of, well, directionless right now. My dear Watson is trying to decide on a major and possible career path and it's a slow process. We’re not sure which way to go or what our future will hold. Sometimes I feel like I’ve had enough; I can’t possibly keep my foot on the gas pedal any longer because I CAN’T SEE what’s ahead. That’s all. I’m just frustrated I can’t see what lies ahead for us. I really believe it’s something great, but I’m impatient to know the answers.

Like I said, I wish I could have seen the end of the dream to know if I was able to gather myself and keep going and eventually find my destination.  But I guess maybe the lesson in this is I need to press forward even though I can’t see—because that’s  the very definition of faith and hope. We had a family night lesson on hope and the thought came to me that faith is knowing the Lord can do something—knowing he has the power to answer prayers, make miracles happen etc..; hope is believing and having an abiding trust that He WILL do those things we ask of Him.  How many blessings have I missed out on because I didn’t have enough hope that if I asked for it, Heavenly Father would really give it to me?

Just some thoughts.  On another note: I got a sewing machine! Isn’t she a beauty?

My machine and the 'start-up' kit my mom gave me from all her extras!  I've already used it 2 nights in a row!