Chasing Dandelions
There I was, standing in a wide open field, a single dandelion in my hand. Hopeful. Expectant. I closed my eyes, made a silent wish, and blew.
The wind came swiftly, not gently, but with force, carrying every seed away. What I thought I had grasped vanished before my eyes. And then came the rain. Cold, heavy, uninvited. I stood there soaked, stunned, heartbroken. What once felt like promise now looked like loss.
I felt forgotten. Abandoned in the in-between. And that’s where many of us live; in the tension between what God promised and what we actually see. But then I heard another voice behind me say, “Try this one.” A whisper, a small voice, almost encouraging me to not give up and keep seeking. Then, I woke up from the dream, pondering on such a profound image I had just seen.
The Waiting Wound
There’s a particular kind of ache that only comes in the waiting. When you've prayed and fasted, believed and obeyed, only to be met with silence. You begin to wonder if you heard God wrong. If maybe that dream was too big. If maybe you're the problem.
I’ve been there. I’ve chased dreams that dissolved in my hands. I’ve hoped for relationships that fell flat. I’ve been overlooked, underestimated, and misunderstood. And I’ve sat in the aftermath wondering why God would allow me to hope at all.
But here’s what I’m learning: the waiting isn’t a punishment; it’s preparation. The wind wasn’t meant to steal from me; it was scattering what I had surrendered. And the rain? It was watering the very seeds I thought I lost.
The Dream
The other night, I dreamt I was chasing dandelions. I'd find one, the wind would blow it away, and then someone said, "Try that one." I can’t remember what happened next. But maybe that’s the point.
Maybe there are some things God doesn’t reveal immediately because they require faith. Maybe the part I couldn't remember is the part I’m meant to trust Him with. Maybe the breakthrough is in the next step, not the last one.
Sometimes God lets us see just enough to keep going, not because He’s withholding, but because He’s inviting us to deeper dependence.
From One to Many
In my vision, after the wind and rain came the sunshine. And what once was one dandelion, now had multiplied into a field full of them. It was a picture of restoration and abundance.
What I thought was lost had actually been planted. What I thought was the end was only the beginning. And God, in His kindness, multiplied the very thing I had released.
Psalm 16:6 says, "The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance." Even when life feels chaotic, the truth is: God has already marked off pleasant places for me. He has good things in store. And they will come.
For the One Still Chasing
If you find yourself chasing dandelions today, weary from the waiting, discouraged by the silence, let me remind you:
God sees you.
He hasn't forgotten what He spoke over you.
The wind you fear might be His way of planting promise.
The rain you dread might be the very thing that brings the harvest.
Keep chasing. Keep believing. Keep trusting. And when He whispers, "Try that one," don’t hold back. Because the field isn’t empty. It’s being prepared.
Soon, you’ll see what He was doing all along. And it will be more than you asked, imagined, or dreamed.
You are not forsaken. You are being formed. And your inheritance is on the way.