When Dreams Die

By Sabrina Schlesinger

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If you have ever stood in a place as you watched your dreams die in front of you, then you know the despair and deep sadness that washes over you. It can cripple you in more ways than one. It would be naïve to think that every dream that I have ever had should come to pass, as some were born out of selfish desires and immaturity. But there are some dreams that I can’t shake, the dreams that keep me up and night. I call it the dreams that “make my baby jump.” It's these kinds of dreams, when I have seen them die in front of me that have taken my breath away.

For you it may be the hope of seeing your marriage last 50+ years crash around you. It could be plans for your children as you watch them make choices that dash those chances of ever coming to pass.

Whatever your dreams, big or small, I want you to know that if it is a God-dream, it’s not over until He says it is over.

One of my favorite stories in the Bible can be found in Luke 7. We find Jesus and His disciples traveling to a village called Nain, and He had a large crowd following Him. You can imagine this crowd filled with joy and celebration as they just witnessed Jesus performing miracles. They must have been so excited and expectant, hoping to glimpse the next great thing He would do. The atmosphere in this crowd must have been electric!

As the crowd with Jesus approached the gate of the city, another crowd had formed, this one in stark contrast to theirs. It was being led by the dead body of a young man being carried out, and he was the only son of his mother. Not only was she walking in a processional carrying her dead son, she was also a widow. I have never lost a child, or a husband, nor do I want to have to go through either until I am quite old and lived a long and full life. So I wouldn’t dare pretend to understand what this woman must have felt like. But if I could take an imagination break and put myself in her shoes, let me share a few observations.

She was alone, physically and emotionally. Her husband had already died so she was the sole provider for her family. And now she is watching her only son being carried away in a casket to be buried. Her son would equal her hopes and dreams for the future. He would represent her passions, her dreams, and something beautiful she had given birth too. And now, with a certainty that she was too old to conceive again, was watching this dream of hers be carried and buried as well.

“When the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her and said to her, “Do not weep.” (Luke 7:13 NKJV)

He saw her. In her brokenness, in her despair, in her hopeless state…He SAW her. I don’t know about you, but that alone moves me. I love that these are the first words that are written before anything else when Jesus encountered this mother. It meant that Jesus turned His attention to her, He perceived with more than His eyes, but His senses, that she was hurting. The meaning behind this word is so deep. It means to experience ones state or condition, to be known, understood and cherished. Now tell me that every woman on the planet doesn’t want THAT!!!  

But He doesn’t stop there. He saw her. He is moved with compassion on her and says to her, “Do not weep.”  Don’t you know, my sister, how much He loves you? He sees you, He knows you, He is moved deeply by what grieves you, and He is speaking to you.

Psalms 34:18 says “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” (NLT)

He can’t help Himself! When you are alone in bed crying tears of sorrow for whatever reason, He is nearby and desires to rescue you.

But He doesn’t just want to comfort you, He wants to do a miracle! What Jesus does next is only one of three times we see this in the Bible. He walked over to the casket that was carrying her hopes and dreams, and He spoke to the body, “Young man, I say to you arise!” And he did!!!! And not only that, the young man immediately sat up and started talking! (I am excited to watch the rerun of this in Heaven and hear what he had to say!) Verse 15 ends with this statement; “And Jesus gave him back to his mother.”

I don’t know what funeral processional you may be walking in today that represents your hopes, dreams and future, but I know that if it was a God-dream, and you encounter Jesus, He can bring that dead dream back to life and return it to you.

Only Jesus can turn an impossible situation around. Only He can bring something seemingly hopeless and dead back to life.

Are you mourning over the loss of something that once brought you hope, joy and a future? I may not know the details of your loss, but I do know the power of my King. He may not restore it when we want or how we want, as I imagine this widow would have never wanted to even place her son in a casket, but if this thing you are facing is truly a gift from God, HOPE AGAIN and trust Him to restore it.  


Sabrina is a mother to three biological girls and one adopted boy. She is also a pastor’s wife, freelance graphic designer and mom coach! She resides in beautiful San Diego where the sun shines every day. She prefers chai lattes over coffee, mac-n-cheese over vegetables, and staying in over going out. Check her out on Instagram and Facebook!


Sabrina Schlesinger

I am officially middle-aged! I have gone up the hill and am now SLOWLY going down the other side.

I am married to my best friend! No really! Our first 10 months of dating were spent entirely in group settings, either working along side each other in ministry or at our families homes. We never had alone time. We never held hands. We never kissed. So we had a great amount of time to talk and really get to know each other. We read books, received counsel from our pastors, discussed our strengths and weaknesses in front of our parents, and built a foundation of friendship that I am forever grateful for. And let me tell you...when we did have our first kiss 10 months in....there were fireworks baby!!!! We are approaching our 17th anniversary and co-pastor Grace Church in Oceanside, CA. We are living out or dream and calling side by side.

I am a mom of 4. We have three girls and a boy.

When we gave birth to my first girl, Sophie (now 16), we thought we were amazing parents. She slept through the night, hardly every fussed, was beautiful and easy. First child syndrome...I know.

When I gave birth to Mattie (now 14) nearly two years later everything changed. She was colicky from the start, she had red raspberries on her face that turned BRIGHT RED when she screamed...so that was all the time, and as she grew, it didn't get any better. I seriously thought at one point she was demon possessed because her outrageous fits where over the top. I could often be found in a fetal position crying when Matthew, my husband came home. Little did I know then that Mattie and her over-the-top fits would be the catalyst for so many future ministry moments with other moms in desperate need of help and advice on raising toddlers...who too were crazy!

We thought we were done. After Mattie I was like, "No way, I can't risk having another kid like that! The only way I will get pregnant again is if God speaks to me directly, and I don't think He is planning that." Welp....I was wrong. I heard God speak to me one night as I was at a conference that we were to have a third child and He spoke some very special promises to me about this child. So out popped Lillian (aka Lily - now 11).

Lily wass one of those babies that everyone gravitated too. She had and still does have a spirit about her that is so welcoming, loving, and kind. People just love her and she loves people. I am so glad I obeyed the Lord on this one. After Lily we felt done. This time Matthew said, "If we are supposed to have any more children, God is going to have to speak to me directly." Fast forward 9 years!

In August of 2016 we were on a much needed family vacation, the five of us. It was at this time that God whispered in the ear of my husband that we were to adopt a child from our county. Matthew told me what God said and of course, I said, "Let's do it!" I will write another post about our adoption story later, but November 1st, 2017, at age 4 1/2, Shawn (now 6) came into our home and became our son.

I am a freelance graphic designer by trade and a pastor by calling, but I felt like there was something more I should be doing. Recently I asked myself a question..."What brings me life?" It was easy for me to answer. I LOVE helping young moms navigate through motherhood. I love giving advice to help moms get through tough and trying seasons of life. There is a generation of moms out there who have broken relationships with their own mothers and feel like they have no one to turn to. That breaks my heart. No mom should have to go through life alone with nobody to lean on. And this is where Mom Mentor was birthed.

So that is me in a nutshell. I am pretty simple, not high maintenance, a lover of mac-and-cheese and chai lattes, and slightly obsessed with all things dystopian. I am glad to have met you and I look forward to our journey together!

Love & Blessings,