I saw the movie, Up, this afternoon.  If you have the opportunity, go see it.  In the movie, lifelong dreams are deferred, derailed, and finally discovered!

I was reminded of two poems by Langston Hughes – both favorites of mine:


Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.


What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Proverbs says … “Many plans are in a man’s mind, but it is the Lord’s purpose for him that will stand.”

I love dreaming of what MIGHT be … but the best dreams are those that God plants in my heart of what WILL be!

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