We all hold dreams. Little ones in tucked into the pockets of our dresses, big ones jotted into the safety of our journals in secret. Bold ones we pray on our knees for, and shy ones we whisper to close friends. It is a human condition of the heart. A beautiful one. We dream of making a dream come true. And yet...doing is the threat of dreams dying. It is when we do, when we take a dream out into the light and work, when we are met with all the obstacles that eclipse the sun of our longings. It is no small feat to make a dream a reality. To turn a star into a galaxy. The doing of the dream often kills the dream itself. Why? Why do dreams die when we are trying to bring them to life? I would argue it is because, in the doing, we lose the joy of dreaming. Joy preserves our dream, holds it close to the heart of why we dreamt in the first place. We sweat under the sky and get frustrated, feel inadequate, hear other little whispers of lies that echo beyond the little flowers we've planted in the sun. It is not entirely up to you whether or not a dream blooms. So we plant in faith and pray. Pulls the weeds and wait. But this time, instead of cursing the beetles for eating our stems or the gopher for uprooting our plans, we will take with joy the ability to dream of a garden at all. Amateur dreamers with joy in a world where sufferings threatens to erase us all.

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Journal Prompts for the summer dreamer in ovulation:

- What is a seed of a dream I am hoping to plant in the future?

- What are some of the obstacles that have kept me from cultivating it?

-How can surrender this dream to God and return to joy in the process?