Have you ever had a dream?
Something that you thought was unattainable, out-of-reach, pie-in-the-sky.
A dream that you put away on a shelf and took out only when life was at its most overwhelming. A dream that you never thought in your wildest imaginings would ever come true. And when life twists and turns as it must and you are tossed and tumbled, emerging from the haze a little rough around the edges…
…that dream is all you have to sustain you.
But sometimes, when you least expect it.
When you have given up all hope.
Your dream somehow becomes reality.
Dreams are funny like that.
This is the story of our dream.
You see, we lived in the Dallas area with all the lights and fanfare that a big city has to offer. There were restaurants and shops and movies and plays and museums and malls and lots and lots and lots of stuff. And everywhere you looked, there were people pushing and shoving and climbing to the top, arms overflowing with all their stuff.
And my husband was on the fast-track in a tall skyscraper in the middle of Dallas. He worked in the world of pharmaceutical research with all of its fast-paced allure and overwhelming responsibilities. And although we were happy with our four children in our historic house two blocks over from my brother and six blocks from my parents….
…something was missing.
We were just so busy.
Maybe too busy.
Too busy for each other.
Too busy for our family.
But in the middle all of that busy, our hearts had a dream. A dream of a place where life was simpler. A place where our children could run and breathe and grow without all of the constraints of an overwhelmingly fast-paced lifestyle. A place where all of the busy and the hustle and bustle and the noise and the clamor could end in a screeching stand-still.
A place where you could see the stars.
But every day the merry-go-round was spinning faster and faster. Life was becoming one giant blur, sailing by at lightning-fast speed. And we felt like we spent all of our time and energy just trying to keep up.
And then? One day at church, our pastor preached a sermon entitled, “Just Jump.” He spoke of listening to your heart and the Lord and if you felt like there was an insurmountable dream, you shouldn’t be afraid to follow what God was putting on your heart.
The message was loud and clear. Just jump.
We heard his words and they spoke to the very center of our hearts and we wanted to jump as far and as fast as we could.
But we were afraid.
We were so scared.
We couldn’t just jump off the merry-go-round.
Or could we?
The doubts were swirling around and around in our heads.
But there it was a still small voice saying….
Not “JUMP” in all caps, but “jump” in tiny, small, timid, little letters.
And so we did.
Jump, that is.
We jumped from the hustle and bustle and busy to a still, quiet, beautiful countryside in Kentucky with acres and acres of land to run and play and….
It has been five years since that first jump and our family continues to grow and thrive. The move has had its challenges and blessings. Sometimes I miss the hustle and bustle. I miss the convenience of a drive-thru diet coke. And sometimes it’s a little hard when everyone knows your name (and all your business).
Truthfully, sometimes I miss the busy.
And then? I take a breath. I drive down a winding country road when the leaves are changing with the season. I press pause and watch the wind ripple through the hay in the back pasture. I walk outside on a crisp, clear night take a deep breath and look up at the sky….
….and I see the stars.