Not been having any dreams the last few days, pretty wierd. But compared to the "nightmares" I was having just a month ago, I would say it's a welcome relief. Anyway, lack of dreams, mean a deeper and more restful sleep. Good, since I'm in the midst of the exams.
A dear Brother-in-Christ once told me a story of 2 young people. The girl was in her midteens and the guy was a year older. And they fell for each other after attending a concert together. But knowing that they had to put their studies first, the guy told the girl to "put their love into a container". And in several years time, if they still loved each other, to take it out of the container and savour it.
When I first heard the story, I laughed non-stop for over 10 minutes! Strangely, I somehow remembered this story again today, as well as another story. THE story from the book "Boy meets Girl". I won't go into details. But part of it is about dreams falling apart and crashing down.
Looking back at the story that was told by my friend, I now realise it's not that funny anymore. Though it seemed so childish and stupid at that time, I now see the deep maturity in that descision, a descision that was way beyond their years. And I thank them, for setting an example for me to follow.
I've seen dreams crash down before me many times. On a not-so-lonely night at Body Building Camp at Camp Christine in December 2001, at the Central Forum when the Pharmarceutical Society were having their bazzaar in September 2002, at the engin bridge on 24 February 2005... the list goes on.
The guy in "Boy meets Girl" had to literally bury his love in a container. He let go, and let God take control of his life again. A life to refocus, recollect and rededicate the time lost on silly things back to the Lord. And after many years, he saw his container opened and the spot where his dreams came crashing down, he saw them renewed again.
"Look up my son, and look at me
And the bloodstained Cross of Calvary
The Bride I died for is mine yet be
Like you, I am waiting, so be like me"
I wrote those words after really being inspired by the Holy Spirit one lonely night in November last year. Amidst a very confusing time in my life. Today, I looked at another peom, and I now I realise what the words mean; that they were not meant for me.
"Light of His blessings and waters of His will
Decides to transform us into a beautiful tale"
Now I get it. Those dreams were mine, selfishly mine. They were not the dreams that God wanted me to have. So I guess like the 2 young people I first talked about, I am going to have to put my dreams into a container and bury it somewhere. Perhaps, that is where it's meant to remain. But maybe, one day I will dig them out again and enjoy its contents. But only if the Lord leads.
Only death can give life. Jesus' death.
