Dreams

I haven't remembered my dreams a lot lately. But, when I woke up today (before my alarm, Hallelujah!) I realized I had been dreaming in a British accent. Strolling out the door to start a little road run, I found my mind still on dreams. Serious childhood flashbacks. I had been dreaming about club swim meets (approx. age 9-15). Not a nightmare, certainly not sweet...but wait, we got to eat out afterward. Except my parents were supposed to meet us there. What took them so long? Their GPS misguided them. I totally modernized my swim meet experience.

I told my mom about the dream and she recalled the printed directions once required to find pools all over San Diego. The really funny part: yesterday she was super late for her Dr.'s appointment. GPS can fail in real life too.

Have you seen Disney's Tangled? I'm not a fan of musicals (please still be my friend) but the song about following your dreams was pretty catchy.

Enough about dreams though. In all seriousness, the part of the movie that really struck me was the ending. SPOILER ALERT: In an act of sacrificial love, Eugene forfeits his life so Rapunzel can truly live. Even on an off-day this might have reminded me of Jesus, and last night I happen to have read a little Desiring God by John Piper:

"My desire to feel the power of God's grace conquering the pride and selfishness in my life inclines me to behavior that demonstrates the victory of grace, namely, love. Genuine love is so contrary to human nature that its presence bears witness to an extraordinary power." p. 140