123/365 Broken Dreams

I finally know what broken dreams feel like. They’re like broken shells on the seashore. We see them, we step on them, they hurt…but we don’t do anything to fix them. They lay around on the shore until the waves finally reach them and pick them up, taking them far away into the ocean floor.
I think every heart is an ocean. There’s a place in each heart were broken dreams lay buried. It’s a place most avoid. I don’t. I like to examine each broken shell; I like to hold it in my hands until I know each rough spot and each sharp edge that hurts until it hurts no more. And then I want to bury the broken dreams in God’s hands. To let them die. Why? Because God is the only re-builder of shattered dreams. I don’t like broken shells trashing the seabed of my heart.

So try it. Take your broken dreams off life support and let them die.
…and then…just hang on to HOPE.