When Dreams Start Speaking

The last couple of weeks have felt different. Not just busy, not just overwhelming, but shifted, things are changing.

I’ve been having dreams that don’t feel like dreams. They feel like conversations. Messages. Moments that stay with me long after I wake up. The kind that makes you stop and wonder, " Why did that feel so real? What is Hashem telling me? ”The kind that almost prepares you for something or reminds you of something you already know deep inside.

At the same time, my life on the outside looks just as intense.My house is under construction. Dust everywhere. Nothing feels settled. My boys had to move out of the basement, and soon it’ll be my turn to move downstairs. It’s louder, it’s messier, it’s uncomfortable. We thought we were prepared, but the truth is, you’re never really prepared for this kind of shift.

The other night, I stood in my kitchen just looking around. Dust on the counters, toys scattered, everything out of place. And for a moment, I just stood there and felt it all at once. Every emotion all at once.  And somehow it all connects, because while my home is being rebuilt, so am I.

I’ve been dreaming about this idea for my future for a long time now. It wasn’t just a thought, it was something I kept coming back to. Something I spoke about, planned for over the past six months, and slowly started building in my mind before anything even became real. And now, it’s all starting to come together, moving forward, even if it’s with slow progress. And now that things are finally starting to move, I feel it all at once. I feel myself building, growing, thriving. But with that also comes the anxiety, the self-doubt, the moments of talking myself out of it, and wondering how any of this will come together. And when the anxiety hits, I speak to Hashem louder and let Him take the lead. I pray that He continues to guide me, keep me close to Him, and protect me and my family through it all. After speaking to Hashem, I remind myself where all of this is coming from. I slow down, take a step back, and remember that Hashem wouldn’t place something so deeply in my heart, wouldn’t give me these talents, these ideas, this vision, if I wasn’t meant to use them. Nothing is random.

Hashem is the One who gives us these gifts. He’s the One who plants ideas in our minds and He’s the One who gives us the ability to bring them to life. So even when I feel the fear, I find Emunah.

Just like Yosef had dreams he didn’t fully understand, he still knew they weren’t ordinary dreams. It took years before he understood what they meant, years before everything finally unfolded the way Hashem intended. Maybe sometimes Hashem lets us feel the vision before He reveals the real path.

I’m being led.
                                                       Emunah