A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

A dream is a wish your heart makes…

Many women can remember back to when they first heard those words beautifully sung by a beautiful princess. Cinderella was just waking up from a lovely dream and ready to begin her day when she begins singing this memorable tune, “A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep…” It was a great foreshadowing for what was to come in her life. At that point in the story, Cinderella was under conspicuous control by her evil stepmother and two stepsisters. However, she remained joyfully singing and interacting with her dear friends, the mice and birds who solemnly helped her in her everyday chores.

I don’t recommend forming close relationships with wild animals, I do, however, recommend taking a lesson from Cinderella’s life. She was in solitude, restricted from outside influences, continuously reprimanded for nonsensical things, constantly torn down with words, yet always singing, always hoping, and always persevering. How did she do it? I have never been so obscenely oppressed yet I have on occasion lost my joy, lost my song. What did she have inside of her?
Cinderella’s life wasn’t always corrupted by her evil stepmother. She had a father who doted on her and who continuously reinforced her worth. She was raised to believe that she was a princess and that she was worthy of love. She knew real love. This love was so real that even after her father passed away and her stepmother and sisters took such advantage of her, she was still able to dream, to sing, to be joyful…

Unfortunately fatherlessness is a disease that has run rampant in our society. Too many people today know the distinct wound left by a father who did not fulfill his duty. There is no other feeling of worthlessness that comes than from a father who was never there or might has well have never been there. But, praise be to God, the Heavenly Father, that He has a heart big enough and a hand strong enough to hold and heal every broken heart. He longingly waits for the chance to tell us how beautifully and wonderfully made we are. He is anxious to heal. He is mighty to save. Cinderella’s father’s love does not compare to God’s love for us. His love is sacrificial, that He came to earth to fix the broken bridge between us and Him, that we might have access to Him forever. All one has to do to have access to Him is to believe in Him with your heart, and confess with your mouth that Jesus Christ, God in man form, died for your sins but rose again with all power in His hands.

Cinderella could dream because she knew that beyond circumstance she was a princess. I can dream today because I know beyond circumstance that I am a daughter of THE King. Psalms 37:4 says, “Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.” I delight myself in Him that I might know who I am in Him. I freely dream dreams that are too big for me to accomplish by myself, knowing full well that He placed them in my heart in the first place. The same way Cinderella marries her prince, in a more extravagant way than I’m sure even she dreamed about, I can’t wait to see my dreams come to pass, exceedingly and abundantly beyond all that I could even imagine.