Sometimes we need a swift kick to get ourselves back on track. A couple of weeks ago I got one.
Like most Americans I usually spend the first couple of weeks in January dreaming about the possibilities for the coming year. For me this usually includes three weeks of dedicated prayer and fasting. This year I skipped that part. I knew I needed to do something. But in all honesty the reality of not fulfilling the dreams and goals I’d set for myself last year was having an impact on me. I couldn’t bare more disappointment.
The problem was, I’ve surrounded myself with goal setting friends and one of them wouldn’t let me skip it. She suggested we do it together using a video series on goal setting by Michael Hyatt called, “Best Year Ever”, as our guide. The plan was to spend an entire day going through the material and then hold each other accountable throughout the coming year for the goals we had set.
We met on a Saturday a few weeks ago. The process was harder than I thought. Before we actually set goals for the coming year, we had to look at the past year. It was ugly. My list of disappointments far outweighed my list of achievements. I was stuck.
That’s when I got the kick.
It came in a phone call from my daughter in law. Through her tears I heard, “I need you to come to the hospital right away… my dad isn’t doing good, things look really bad.” Our goal setting session would have to wait. Two days later her father passed away and everything changed.
I was asked to speak at his funeral; it was my first. One of his favorite songs was, “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas, and he often requested it to be played at his funeral. I spoke right after it played.
We close our eyes, only for a moment and the moments gone…
All our dreams, pass before us now a curiosity…
Dust in the wind… all we are is dust in the wind…
It’s obviously not a Christian song, but who knew Kansas was so prophetic. Look what the word of God says:
The Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and he became a living being. Genesis 2:7
The dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it. Ecclesiastes 12:7
You do not know the path of the wind. Ecclesiastes 11:5
Indeed, all we are is dust in the wind. Our moments pass before us in the blink of an eye and in the end, the only thing left is the dust of the legacy we’ve created while we were here. Which made me wonder… where will the wind blow my dust? Will my dreams remain a curiosity or will I live them out? Will I die with a book still in me or will I move past the disappointments that have kept me from pursuing my dream?
Our family lost a great man, but in his passing he left an inspiring legacy, reminding us that life is short. In this great loss my focus has been renewed. The swift kick got me moving and I’m inspired to stir up the dust once again.
Dust, land where you may! Wind, blow where you will!
In the meantime I’ll be pursuing my dream and I hope you will too.
Blessings My Friends!