Once upon a time I was 15 and my dreams looked like this:
My grandpa would be able to dance with me at my wedding, because at that point my grandpa could still walk. I would be married and living the American dream at least by the same year I graduated college. I would have at least one child by the age of 25, if not two. I would be a teacher, because that's what I'd be good at. I'd be the star of all the local theatrical events and if I wasn't the star it was because I was directing.
Once upon a time I was 20 and my dreams looked like this:
I would be married and living the American dream at least by the same year I graduated college. I would graduate with Elementary Education with an emphasis in Special Education. I'd eventually head to grad school to get my masters in Special Ed with a specialization in Sign Language. I would have connections (If not live) in Nashville because I would be a singer/songwriter on the side. I would still have a kid or two by 25.
Once upon a time I was 23 and my dreams looked like this:
Well I just graduated from college sigh nothing to do with education. It's ok though, I am optimistic and so thankful to not have to go back to school. I'm no where close to being married, but that too is all good. I plan of move to Nashville in seven months to pursue that singer/songwriter career; I've done a lot of writing lately, I'm sure one or two could make it big. And being married with a kid by 25 still seems reasonable.
Once upon a time I was 25 and my dreams looked like this:
Well shit, no husband, no kids. I've given up on the Nashville dream and feel like I'm stuck at a dead-end job in Ohio for the rest of my life. I do a lot of drinking these days; not so much dreaming. Hmm, dreams, I do remember those. Maybe there's still a guy out there who can save me from this un-sober life. At least I still have my music to keep me company for now.
Once upon a time I was 27 and my dreams looked like this:
Well I still have my music, maybe I could do something with that. I finally got over that guy who broke my heart and feel like maybe someday someone could see past my mistakes and fall in love with me. I love to plan things, maybe I'll be a wedding planner! That would be so fun! I'd be good at it! Maybe I'll go get my massage therapy license, I'm really good at that too! Uh, but I hate hairy backs….and feet…. Maybe, who knows. Lately I've felt a pull for missions, but I've always said my mission was inner-city USA. Not sure where that's coming from, but hey, maybe. My manager said I have management potential, that sounds better! Coffee shop living sounds perfect for me! Maybe I'll own my own cafe! That sounds even better.
Once upon a time I was 29 and my dreams look like this:
Well nine of eleven months in and this blog is making me laugh. It's been fun reminiscing through past dreams. To look at that girl even nine months ago, she had no clue…still doesn't. But here's what I do know; if I never get married I'm okay with that. If I never sell a song, I'm okay with that. I'll never be a wedding planner, but if I get married, I'll be the best planner I could ask for. I'll never be a massage therapist, but (again) if I ever do get married my husband will love the bonus. I feel that one day I will have a cafe, but it won't be in my timing, but God's. His timing, His placement (He told me not to worry about those silly details).
My heart has changed. My dream is to reach the Nations. To boldly go where others are afraid and refuse to go. My heart is for the broken hearted, down-trodden, un-encouraged, hurting, lost people of this world. My dream is to impact at least one life for the Kingdom. My dream is to bring a smile to the face of an orphan. To bring a meal to a lonely elderly woman who thinks she's been forgotten. My dream is to teach women about sex-trafficking and how to keep themselves and their children out of it. My dream is to save women from prostitution and enter them back into society with grace, on their own time with patience and into a trade they are not ashamed of.
My heart is to expose my own heart so that another may know that God is good and He will not leave them abandoned. I will let them know they are loved; by a physical being, me, and by a Heavenly Father who would never forget them. My heart is for the "unwanted" because everyone needs to know just how wanted they truly are.
My heart is for His children; my brothers and sisters.
"I no longer reach for the stars, I reach for the countries;
I reach for the people of those countries"
"God instills passions in our lives because
He knows we are the perfect person to live out these passions."
