I dream of inventing,
of creating, of painting.
I dream of listening so well
I never have to wonder if
I dream of family and kids,
and sleepless nights
and joy as they grow and find out
who they are in Him, in love
I dream of fishing, and surfing,
and hiking, and skating,
of tea parties, and friends,
of being known, of knowing
I dream of growing old
alongside my best friend
I dream of miracles, and freedom
of authority and excitement, of joy
I dream my dreams,
I dream some of His...
1 comment:
BJ,
Awesome! I *love* this...especially at a time in my life where I'm longing for my dreams. And the part about growing old next to your best friend. Snif snif. I've been pondering that a lot lately. There's too much to comment here, so I'll probably blog on it later. Anyway, just wanted you to know how much I appreciated your words.
gg
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