My son keeps me laughing with funny videos posted on YouTube.com. One was from the movie Hercules.
Rumor has it that the script had the word “disappointed” in parenthesis, noting that the actor was to say the line as if he were disappointed. Instead, when the actor got to that particular line he yelled out…DISAPPOINTED! Oops!
Now when I’m feeling really disappointed, I think about Hercules’ “DISAPPOINTED” and it usually makes me start laughing.
But disappointment is no laughing matter. And if we let it, disappointment can morph into deep seated discouragement.
Everyone will experience discouragement at some point in life. It will look as different and unique as the fingerprints on your hand, but disappointments will come.
- Dropping your son off at a rehab center instead of college.
- Signing divorce papers instead of planning an anniversary party.
- Looking for a job rather than getting a raise.
- Cuddling up with a good book rather than cozying up with a good husband.
- Planning a funeral instead of planning a future.
- Counting out food stamps instead of writing a check.
- Moving up in your career rather than rocking a baby in your arms.
Yes, everyone will experience broken dreams at some point in their lives.
I had a dream of having a houseful of giggling little girls and boisterous rowdy boys. After Steven was born, I felt that we were well on our way to making that dream a reality.
I loved being a mom! With Bambi-length eyelashes, chubby cheeks, and a shock of black hair (which later turned white), Steven held my heart in his tiny little hand the first time I laid eyes on him.
Eighteen months later, I was ready to plan for baby number two. We had conceived Steven with no trouble whatsoever, so I thought giving him a sibling would be just as easy.
We told Steven, “Mommy and Daddy are asking God to give you a little brother or sister!”
The plan was that Steven would see how God answers prayer.
At the end of our family prayer each night, Steven would add, “And God, please give mommy and daddy another Jaynes baby.”
But the next month there was no news of another Jaynes baby. Or the next . . . or the next. Months turned into years, and Steven continued to pray, “And God, please give mommy and daddy another Jaynes baby. Amen.”
Doctor visits, infertility treatment, and monthly heartbreak consumed my thinking. This is not how the story was supposed to go.
The disappointment was crushing. The discouragement was visceral.
Steven was just about to turn five . . . and still praying for a brother or sister every night. But, it looked like that was not going to happen.
I didn’t know what to tell this little tow-headed boy so full of faith.
How do you tell a kid that he doesn’t need to pray a certain prayer anymore? Should I even do that? Was this seemingly unanswered prayer going to damage his faith?
“God, if this is Your will for our family,” I sighed, “You’ve got to take care of this prayer situation with Steven.”
We had a miniature table and chairs in the kitchen where Steven and I ate lunch together each day. One day while sharing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Steven looked up, and in his sweet little voice said, “Mommy, have you ever thought that maybe God only wants you to have one Jaynes baby?”
“Yes, I have thought that. And if that’s what He wants, I’m so thankful He has given me all I have ever hoped wrapped up in one package, YOU!”
Then he cocked his little head and stated a prayer plan. “Well, what I think we ought to do is keep praying until you’re too old to have one. Then we’ll know that’s His answer!”
What a great idea. The truth is, I had been worried about Steven’s faith, but all the while, it was my own that was suffering.
I was so discouraged that I was having trouble believing that God loved me.
Steven didn’t know how old too old was, but with a child-like faith, he did know God could do anything. If His answer was no, he didn’t have a problem with that. I told him no many times and he understood that no did not mean, I don’t love you. No just meant No, because I am your parent and I know what’s best for you.
I don’t know what you’re going through today, but I do know this. [clickandtweet handle=”” hashtag=”” related=”” layout=”” position=””]God is your heavenly Father who loves you and knows what’s best for you. Many times shatter dreams become the pieces for a beautiful mosaic that we never even thought to imagine.[/clickandtweet]
There’s more to this story, there always is. And there’s more to yours too.
Are you willing to trust God with your broken dreams in order to experience better dreams? If so, leave a comment and say, “Yes, I’m willing!”