I don’t dream of a white picket fence.
I don’t dream of a manicured lawn,
A Martha Stewart house,
A suit-and-tie husband
and 2.5 children who look just like me.
I don’t dream of a nest egg,
Of lazing through retirement.
I don’t dream of smart watches,
vacations, and big screen TVs.
Maybe that’s your dream, and that’s fine.
But it isn’t mine.
My dream is a life poured out,
A heart surrendered.
My dream is a life lived to the fullest
for the glory of my King.
My dream is a partner in this holy adventure
who will raise the children with me
that others threw aside.
My dream is to always be ready with my yes to answer God’s next question,
to be a cheerful giver of everything I am.
My dream is to love the Lord
with all my heart, mind, soul, and strength,
and pray for his love in me for my neighbor.
Go ahead, call me crazy.
But I’m living for eternity.
Will you dream with me?
November 17, 2018