Thank-full

I am so thank-full today. I have a wonderful husband. God placed such an amazing man in my life. He and I both know that he isn't perfect, but he is perfect for me. Our two daughters are moving in positive directions in the journeys with the Lord. To hear the younger praise God for the recent provisions and blessings in her life just really blesses my heart. I have a job where I can serve and live out my faith. We have found a sweet congregation to unite with and find ourselves growing in grace and knowledge. There's so much more, so very much more. I just want to own up to the lavishness of his love.

I want my dream back

If someone were to come to me and tell me that I would be guaranteed to have the job of my dreams until the day I died, that I could never lose it, but that I could also never change it, what would I chose?

Piece of cake. No questions. No second guess. As sure as breathing, I would pick being a hospice chaplain.

Just before I typed that several other interests came to mind. I love speaking at retreats. I loved preaching. I enjoy writing. I pondered them for a while, allowing my mind to think and dream, but none held the contentment for me of my original choice.

The saddest part for me is that it can't happen. I wonder if Moses felt this way as he watched the children enter the Promised Land? I bet he knew he could lead them so much better given what he knew now, given what he'd been through with God. I wonder how he found peace. I wonder how he came to terms. I wonder...

I can't have my dream. So I've stopped dreaming. Having no dreams is a lousy way to be.