Hello, sweet dreamer.
It’s your friend, Mel.
And I’m writing to you on one of those days. You know, those days. It’s the kind of day when I wish I could pour two mugs of coffee, add a little extra french vanilla creamer, and sit down for a heart-chat with you in a quiet corner at a cute little table.
Because…well, because we’ve all had those days, and sometimes I think we should talk about them more. Just so we can all be reminded that we’re not alone.
I’m imagining that, even as you read these words, you might be nodding your head. Saying, Yes. Or, maybe even, Days? How about weeks that stretch into months? (Trust me, I’m there with you.)
Because there are those days, no matter who you are or what you’re dreaming, when the dreams feel shrouded in a fog so thick that there’s nothing to be seen.
Maybe the door to a dream has been closed.
Maybe He’s changed your heart and your desires.
Maybe fear has crept in and camped out in a too-big space, crippling your ability to move forward.
Maybe you’re just struggling for breath, hoping to make it to the next moment.
Or, maybe you’re all of them rolled into one…
Today I’m over at God-Sized Dreams, sharing a heart spill about some Truth on the hard days. Will you join me here?