Dreams. I never really thought they could actually come true. Much like the idea that somehow deep inside I didn't really believe God was active and present, but He is. He cares. He's alive.
I did this piece of art a while ago and it sorta evolved over months. A background, a about 4 months later a face, later a tree, then a butterfly and then two. I called it "Dreams" because of the woman in it. I now know it is because of the butterflies.
There is a connection in my heart with dreams and the reality that God is active. For some reason I always equated them and didn't even know I did it. Until now, I just sorta existed alongside dreams and hoped, not believing, that they could happen.
Butterflies are always about ready to fly away. If you are really calm and quiet you can be near one, if you are still they could land on you--I think it is a lot like dreams. Hold on loosely and be still before God...you just never know.
I am learning that dreams may be whispers from the Holy Spirit and if they are prayerfully considered then they may quite possibly be a road map for things to come.
