whosoever they belong to. I have dreams; big ones. Great big ones. But that doesn’t make my dreams any more important than someone else’s. I find that, while of course, I would like to see my most cherished, life-long dreams come to fruition, I don’t mind waiting. While I’ve waited, I’ve seen the dreams of my family and friends come true.
I once told a friend, truthfully, that I wanted their dreams to come true even moreso than I did my own. It is as true now as it was when I said it. I want those I love to have the things they wish for on falling stars. The things they hope for. The things they pray for. I know, in my heart, that the things I long for will be granted to me. I have never doubted that a moment will come that will open all the locks and change my life forever. I am known for my optimism, that is true, but I want to be known for my faith. It isn’t because I’m optimistic that I know my dreams will come true (though a bit of “half-full” doesn’t hurt), it is because I believe the promises made by a faithful God.
There are places I’ve seen so clearly in my mind that even without going there yet, I know what I will find when I do. The clarity of my sleeping dreams is, at times, disturbing. They are often more real than I am comfortable with. But, I digress.
As I get older, I find more things that I really want to know. I’ve been studying Spanish and the piano, and if nothing happens, I will start art classes next month. I cannot draw. At least, not yet. But there is that hope again. Hope that I can put onto paper what I see in my head. I think that being able to do so would help while I’m waiting for my own dreams to come true. I am certain. I am thankful. I am anxious. I am blessed. I am rambling. I am, mostly, an open book. I speak my mind. I am true to myself. I am a Sagittarius. I am me.
But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in Him ~ Jeremiah 17:7