Dreams…do they come true?

Dreams give us hope. They provide something for us to cling to, something that gets us out of bed every morning. My dream is to be a well-known author and provide for my family. This dream became an obsession, a vaporous wish that always seemed to be just out of my reach. I’ve lived half a lifetime now; I had believed that I’d never be happy, never grasp that star and know its brilliance or its power.

One evening, as I sat in the hay at the end of the field behind our house, I gazed across the tall grasses as the gloaming descended upon the landscape. The maple in the backyard masked the house, and the hay nodded in an evening breeze. God’s watercolors spread across the western sky, and crickets chirred around me. The kids laughed as they planted corn nearby, and Matthew looked on, monitoring their progress.

Something awakened within me; an awareness that had lain dormant until something stirred the embers there. At that moment, I realized that God had given me more riches than any person on this earth, more love than most people ever see in their entire lifetimes, and I was too self absorbed to see it until that moment that He opened my eyes.

It was then that I knew my dreams would come true. After all, hadn’t He given me a man who simply loved me for the soul that dwells within this body? Hadn’t he given me parents, who are more special than the rarest of gems, and children who amaze me every day? God was just waiting for me to wake up and notice the beauty of the gloaming and my family who was there with me. I’m happy, my cup runneth over, and that one thing that always seemed unattainable will arrive any day now.

I believe.

Don’t you?

All my love,

Faith

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~ by bicknellbrown on September 30, 2009.