But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. (W.B.Yeats, 1863- 1939)
Joseph’s brothers specialized in dream killing.
His brothers said to him, Shall you indeed reign over us? Or are you going to have us as your subjects and dominate us? And they hated him all the more for his dreams and for what he said. (Genesis 37:8,AMP)
“I think I will be an airline stewardess.” said I.
“You might as well just be a waitress.” said she.
“You did OK with that first book but you’d better not take a chance with a second one.”
“You will never lose weight. Your grandmother and your mother are both big women.
Some of my dreams were delayed under the feet of these dream killers while others died.
What are your dreams? Lay them out carefully, with great care before carefully chosen people.
Prayer- Lord, thank you for the dreams you place in our hearts. Help us to believe in both you and them for their fulfillment. Amen.
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