Overthinker or Dreamer?

This morning while trying to run away from the list of tasks I have to do I encountered this Instagram post which put a halt on my running.

It showed a drawing of a young woman with her face in her hands with many scribbles around her head and Jesus with His hand on her shoulder. “I’m such an overthinker”, she says. Jesus then plucks a flower out of the scribbles around her head. The scribbles take form of flowers and butterflies and colours bring life, and He says: “You were made to be a dreamer.”

And it all just makes sense.

As I now write, I again cry. Hormones? Allergies? Neither, but Revelation. One that keeps coming back to remind me, and you keep reading about. But even as I now write this piece, I feel peace. I feel a sense of home, a sense of belonging, a sense of calling, that writing is what He has created me to do. Speaking is so hard for me to do sometimes. I can be rough, direct, rude, slow, fast, unclear to others and clear to me. But when I write, it feels like time slows down. My brain doesn’t run. It slows down. It starts walking and observing what’s around. Seeing words and pieces of the story left out. It connects dots and new words pop up, are created and it all flows. The urge to learn more words, curiosity. It’s like I’m in another world, inside this reality. A world where it’s just me and reality. The now, the then, and the what’s to come. And it all just makes sense.

I’m a dreamer. And I was made to think, wonder, analyze and most definitely Dream.