Hope Springs Eternal

Yesterday during my afternoon nap I had a dream about younger days in my life. The setting was San Francisco, the financial district where I worked for The Standard Oil Company as a young woman. I don't remember a lot of the particulars of the dream but I do remember what I was wearing. Is that not so typically female?

I was wearing this cute little, sassy yellow and white dress and heels. 3 inch heels! I remember I use to ♥ that dress and it was always the one I would choose when I had something special to do or a fun place to go and I just wanted to feel and look my best. In the dream I could feel my youth, energy and vitality and how enjoyable it was to be young. I remembered what it was like to walk around all day in those heels and not be in pain. I remembered what it felt like to have the world by the tail~my own little oyster just ready and waiting to be experienced.

When I awakened from my dream my first thoughts were of fondly reminiscing and complete enjoyment. Oddly though, right after that I was filled with this longing for it and sorrow that it was gone forever. I have never been one to want to "go back" to any period in my life and relive it, but for those few moments, I would have considered it had I been given the option. I really felt an anguish for those days gone by. That sassy little dress and the three inch heels and the occasional turning of a head...are things of the distant past... and I felt it. I really felt it, not just thought about it.

When I became more fully awake and alert, I realized that trading experience and hopefully, wisdom for those things and sensible shoes was a good thing. But still, in the back of my mind, I felt a little need to mourn.

Fast forward to this morning when Jim and I woke up and briefly discussed our aches and pains of the day. His wrist was hurting my shoulder and elbow were sore..you know the scenario if you are around our age. I was feeling a little disgruntled about the total plan, to tell you the honest truth. All the experience and hopefully, wisdom was no consolation at that point in my day.


Then I found an article written by Angie Smith about hope entitled Feathers on the incourage.me.com website. Quoting part of it she said,

"The Greek word for hope is "elpizo," and my favorite definition reads:

To wait for salvation with joy and full confidence

So, really, it isn’t about wanting some certain

outcome or even longing for the desire of your heart.

It’s about waiting. With joy. With confidence."

Right after that the thought came to me that in the resurrection the Lord, in His kindness, will give us back all the best of ourselves. We will be restored to our perfect frame and get to keep the wisdom and experiences that shaped us as a whole person. Hope is the evidence of things not (yet) seen that are true! As is faith. So I am back with my full support of God's plan for us as I have felt His love for each of us and His desire for us to have the best of all that He has.

I may never wear those three inch heels again (just sayin'), but in my mind's eye I am satisfied to know that if I wanted to I could at some point in the future. And having all my experience and hopefully, wisdom along with it will be a nice twist as well! In the end ~ it is all good.

Maybe having the aches and pains of today are just there to help us more fully appreciate what the eternities holds for those that have hope and believe that Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life. It works for me and I plan on sticking with it forever! What is not to love about his generous and hope-filled plan for all of us?

All is not lost after all!