Dreams Come True.
Let me tell you the story of a dream come true…
A few years ago I had a vivid dream. In my dream I was floating above the city of Los Angeles, and I was meeting Jesus in the sky, but I wasn’t dead or going to heaven, we were simply hovering over the city.
I have often wondered what this dream meant, as I am both a Christian and a resident of Los Angeles. Thus far, I’ve chalked it up to being a really cool dream! Which it was. More on that in a moment.
I have been a fan of American Idol since the shows creation. I have watched every season. When I was younger I would cozy up on my living room couch, and watch it with my dad, and chat about who we think deserved to win. Insert granny voice here, "Back in my day, we had to call on the telephone to vote for who we wanted to win, and if we wanted to vote more than once we had to keep calling over and over again!" I remember giving Carrie Underwood quite a few phone calls every week!
Cheesy as it sounds, I always wondered what it would be like to stand on that final stage and have Ryan Seacrest announce me as the winner. I imagined the beautiful dress, the exasperated tears, and the grandeur of the Kodak (recently renamed Dolby) theatre. I even auditioned for American Idol once, but I didn’t make it past the first round. Wah wah.
Year after year I would watch, and since moving to LA I’ve had the opportunity to see the show live several times. It’s exciting! What’s even more awesome is that my favorite performer OF ALL TIME, Mr. Keith Urban, is a judge and I’ve met him at the show twice! Insert swoon here.
Ok, at this point, I know you’re wondering “What does a dream about Jesus have to do with American Idol???” I’m getting there, I promise!
I told you that I auditioned for American Idol, as I am a singer. Actually, I’m a huge choir nerd. Choir was my life in high school, and my best friend from high school is now a choir teacher *waves, Hi Briana!* In fact, next week I have to miss the SERIES FINALE of American Idol, so that I can chaperone a choir contest with her. You know you’re a true friend when… Anyway, last fall, when I was visiting her, I sat in on a rehearsal for a chorale she sings with. It was awesome for this choir nerd! Rich, beautiful repertoire, sight reading, harmonies, it was great! But when it was over it made me realize how much I missed being part of a choir. Music is my passion, and when voices sing together- goosebumps!
When I returned to Los Angeles I prayed that God would help me be part of a choir again somehow. Then a few weeks later, I auditioned to be part of a play that required a choir (see what I did there ;-) I was so excited about that audition, too excited I think because I absolutely bombed it. Seriously, it was one of the worst auditions I’ve ever had. Onward I went.
Then, I remembered that my church had a choir once a month. In fact, I was supposed to have joined the previous Easter, but unforeseen circumstances kept me from being part of it. So I resolved that this Easter, I would absolutely be in the church choir come hell or high water! I’m so glad I made that decision.
Not only did I immediately feel the longing fulfilled the moment I arrived at the first rehearsal, but it just so happened that this year’s Easter service was to take place at THE Dolby Theatre in Hollywood, where not only the Academy Awards take place, but where nearly all of the American Idol finales occurred, and where I have dreamed of singing since I was a little girl!
I love the feeling of the Holy Spirit. It’s all warm and fuzzy and powerful and peaceful at the same time. The Holy Spirit was definitely dwelling in that place! I will never forget as we started to sing with the band on How Great Thou Art, watching as one by one, three thousand people rose to their feet to praise the Lord. It was a wave, starting at the bottom with one person and resonating throughout the entire theatre. All to sing for Jesus. Truer words I could not have sang in that moment than “Then sings my soul, my savior God to thee, how great Thou art, how great Thou art!” I had a moment where I thought “This must be what heaven is like!” And then it hit me- my dreams came true in that very moment. My dream when I was a little girl of wanting to sing on this magnificent stage, and my actual dream of meeting Jesus in Los Angeles. They came together in the most magnificent way that on my own, I never would’ve been able to dream.
But God is able. He knows our dreams, both our longings from when we were children and the dreams inside of our heads at night. He knows them, and he uses them. I believe that he gives us dreams for a reason, and he is obviously in the business of making them come true, though in his way, not our own. God knows what’s best for us even when we have some different idea, because he has a different perspective, and I am so glad!