I’ve been ruminating on Holley’s invitation to join the pursuit of a “God-sized Dream”.
My God-sized Dream.
I’m to wrap that dream with words today. Seriously. Not as easy as I thought it would be.
What I dream about has changed so much. Like when I was six… and wanted to be a cowboy. Since I was a girl, that dream died a sad death. Then it was an actress, a journalist, research scientist, author, farmer, off the grid survivalist (but not crazy weird or anything), quilter (I have yet to make a complete quilt)…
So after a whole lot of years of living, I’ve ended up with a cowboy hat full of broken, lost, half-completed, ignored, hazy dreams.
This year I must focus. On the dream. Because the years left are fewer than I care to think about.
So I’m looking at this God-sized dream thing like the jigsaw puzzle we started over Christmas. I promised my parents I’d finish it and send them a picture. All that’s left is the sky.
So the best words I can wrap around my God-sized dream are these:
I will live joyfully each day regardless of circumstance. I will write about these days in a way that honors God… with a goal to share hope and encouragement.
I finished the puzzle this evening.
And wouldn’t you know it… there’s a piece missing. It’s ok. That’s the one God will fill in.