I had a dream. A big dream. And I want you to know about it. You might think I’m crazy, but I am claiming God’s promise to me and my family and the only way to do that is to tell everyone about it.
About a month ago, I dreamed that I was pregnant. Pregnancy is physically impossible for me, but we all know that dreams are symbolic. Dreammoods.com says: to dream that you are pregnant symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. Being pregnant in your dream may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.
Now, as most of my readers are aware, things have not been too great financially for the Morris Family over the past 2-3 years. Both Art and I have felt that this time of trial has been preparation for something awesome that God has in store for us. This dream confirmed that for me. But there was something extra special about it. In the dream, I was 8 months pregnant. That means the delivery is soon. Maybe even this week. I am so excited to see what God has in store for us!!
Over the past month we have been hit harder than ever. First Bud got food poisoning, then Boo, Art and I all got bad colds, which for me turned into a day in bed with the nebulizer. Our short sell fell through, but by the next day we had a buyer. My emotions have been on an hourly rollercoaster ride that has been sheerly exhausting. Even with the dream in my memory, it has still been very difficult to retain my hope.
Merriam-Webster defines hope this way: to expect with confidence. Well, I’m sorry to say my confidence has been shaky at best. But Romans 5: 3-5 reminds us: we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.
I asked Art the other day “What if it doesn’t get better?” And he reminded me that it always gets better. We just have to have faith. So I’m trying to take my hope to the next level. Because faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. (Hebrews 11:1)
So after a few nights of nightmares, two nights ago I had another dream. I was walking down a country lane talking to God. He said He knew that I had had a hard time lately, so he wanted to send me a sign to make me feel better; to help me see that our situation was about to get better. I looked to my right and saw a blue balloon tied to a mailbox. That was my symbol of hope. In my dream I felt so honored that God sent me that little symbol. I instantly relaxed and started enjoying the beautiful scenery around me. As I approached the end of the lane, I turned a corner and all of a sudden, there were hundreds of blue balloons filling the sky. It still makes me cry just thinking about it.
Please hope with me. Have faith with me. Our dream is about to be. I believe.
5 thoughts on “Blue Balloons: A Dream of Hope and Faith”
I am hoping and praying with you. I believe. in that you will be able to get past this and prosper. I have a blue balloon for you now.
Thank you very much, Jerry. That is sweet of you.
This is nice nice to know
Sorry for all the typos…here is a better version, sometimes my iPad has it’s own mind…once again just have to laugh about it.
I just had to write you! I had a dream this early morning that led me to get up early to “write down the vision.” So I did, then afterward I looked up the significance of blue balloons on Google…that is when I found your story. Isn’t the Holy Spirit simply AMAZING? I am so glad that you posted your story, because it confirms what The Lord was speaking to me. We too have had a VERY long battle with financial pressure, and most recently physical attacks. All this is intended to get me off track and distracted from ministry and bringing glory to The Lord…it’s a smoke screen from the enemy. So if you are interested continue to read my dream and what stood out to me…also, feel free to share it as I will be sharing yours along with mine as a sign of confirmation. Thanks again for sharing your testimony!
I was up in front of a group that I would naturally be very concerned about impressing. While I was in front of them standing, I was holding onto a dozen or so blue balloons. I was sharing my serious story while holding on to the balloons and shifting some of them from one hand to another, walking to and fro–walking forward while sharing one point, then back again–to share the next, shifting balloons all the while discussing each thought. Before I got too far into my story telling I found myself wrapped and conjummbled (my newly invented word) in the middle of a tied up mess of unkept balloons. Of course, my humanity got really embarrassed in front of this crowd that I so desperately want to impress. My flesh wanted to quickly straighten the balloons out and escape the disorganization that made me feel like I wanted to go run and hide, yet all I could do was laugh at myself at what a silly mess I have gotten myself into.
It was so freeing to realize that I don’t have to be the master organizer of these helium balloons, likewise I don’t have to be the master organizer of my life. I simply get to enjoy just living in the moment and have a joy doing it, my BEST effort to control everything around me will only end up in a conjummbled mess and end up causing me to be trapped, prioritizing and focusing on unimportant details, while missing the whole point of why Jesus came to earth and paid the ransom for us….freedom!
It was only while I was tied up in the middle of the blue balloons that I felt that I had a choice as how to respond–I can cry because I am focusing on my personal humiliation for the state I now find myself in, or I can laugh and call defeat to the overwhelming pressure to act as the master controller of my life, my environment, how others perceive me, everything
thought being projected toward me, and the atmosphere surrounding me? (Of course the latter is not even realistically possible to control.)
Fear of man, and fear of failure can cause us to:
* loose focus off the main thing
*concern ourselves with the Master’s concerns
*become immobilized and trapped
*try to control others
* become increasingly judge mental toward ourselves and others
*try to format the world around us–unsuccessfully
*blending in, instead of stand out (formatting the resume of our lives)
*live boring lives…way to serious!
*forget to laugh and have fun
*fall prey to serious health concerns
When I finally made the choice to laugh and release all of the expectation I had on myself I realized that the crowd around me was laughing too…but not AT me, but rather WITH me!
By releasing myself of my unrealistic expectations, I was able to release others as well. My perspective of others changed, paradigm shift was released…joy broke out all around me!
The significance of balloons: The natural state for a balloon once released is to soar high to the heavens…if we continue to hold a bundle of helium balloons against their intended state, it’s as if we are trying to control the uncontrollable…kicking against the goads!
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.
Tia – thank you so much for sharing your dream!! I’m so glad that the balloons were a positive dream for you as well. I do believe that when we stop fighting and let God do the work we all have much more peace. I know our lives are starting to move in a positive direction and I believe it is because we are struggling less against the situation we are in and instead trying to work with it.
Blessings to you!!
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