I’m so thankful I can incorporate my one word, thankful, into my favorite Friday activity – Five Minute Friday, which I confess takes longer than five minutes for me to compose because I’m a deep slow thinker, but only takes five minutes to read. That counts, right? This week, the word is dream.
In 3 short weeks, I am taking a journey I dreamed about 27 years ago. Moving to Arizona. Sometimes the things we say we’ll do someday actually happen. Someday has arrived. I can hardly believe it. I have a job lined up. I have the moving truck reserved. I don’t have a place to live yet, but I will. There’s a short list of things I need to do to get out of town, shut off the internet, the electricity, turn in the keys to the apartment. I was worrying about all these things several weeks ago, but not now. I have a dream. And the dream is about to be fulfilled! And because this dream is about to be fulfilled, I am dreaming new dreams like I haven’t since I came home from Africa.
You are never too old to set a new goal or dream a new dream. ~ C.S. Lewis
I’m so thankful I can incorporate my one word, thankful, into my favorite Friday activity – Five Minute Friday, which I confess takes longer than five minutes for me because I’m a deep thinker, but only takes five minutes to read. That counts, right? This week, the word is wait.
88. To wait for the sound of the train whistle when you don’t even realize you’re waiting for it. Hearing that whistle is somehow so deeply satisfying as to defy words.
89. The mornings I get up before dawn, throw some clothing and shoes on, and make the five minute walk to the beach to wait for the sunrise. The sun always rises. Faithfully. Because God is faithful.
90. I keep dreaming of Africa. Specifically Africa Mercy. In the dreams, I’m always returning to Africa. But when I wake up, get my bearings, I think wait! I can’t go to Africa now. I have things that need to be done here. But the constant dreaming gives me hope the adventure isn’t over yet.
One year ago, I said goodbye to a dream. I left Africa because the Lord said it was time for me to go home. I left people I loved, who loved me too, impossible me.
It has not been an easy transition for me, this coming home. Sometimes I still feel like a displaced person, not knowing where I belong.
I’m still having trouble accepting the Lord’s plan for me right now. It all seems so unimportant next to the dream of Africa. But this is not the way to think. Life carries on regardless of where I am.
And this kind of thinking is purely selfish as I know my family is very happy to have me here.
Last year, the Lord said come home, rest for a year, take care of yourself. Well, the year is up. I sure do hope He has something amazing for me to do this next year. I sure hope He puts a new dream in my heart, a new idea.