Psalm 6 - Still Dreamin'

I drove by it again the other day. There it stood, vacant, calling out for someone to give it life, that perfect piece of real estate that had embodied a dream. I envisioned the room filled with the sounds of vintage instruments that had meticulously been refurbished to their original splendor by the gifted hands of a passionate musician. They were now on display for all to enjoy and sample. The craftsman enjoyed the fruits of his labor, but was willing to part with them knowing that those who purchased them would give new life to these once discarded treasures. Each instrument had its own story and each was awaiting the next chapter of their life to be written when that special person walked in and saw the potential each possessed. This was not just a place to purchase instruments, but more like an adoption process where instruments and instrumentalists found each other in a comfortable setting with cozy couches that invited you to sit and spend time chatting with the owners about life and the shared passion of music. There were stories told and memories shared. When you entered, life slowed to a pace that could be savored, much like sipping the steaming cups of coffee that were offered at the beverage counter. The music wafted outside to the terrace where tables were set up to allow for spontaneous jams by patrons who just enjoyed hanging out with others of like passions. Musical tastes varied, but there was a common love and appreciation of the art form. They may have entered as curious customers, but they would return again and again to this place that became like a community…an extended family to them. What was the name that we had dreamt about? Why could I not remember? Was I letting the dream escape like so many others had? No, it was still alive, simmering, waiting….and waiting. Much like the instruments waiting to be brought to new life, my dreams lay waiting to be given life.