I’ve ever been a dreamer. Over the years my dreams have sometimes changed, sometimes stayed the same. A great many of them have come true. This is the place where I put post markers to remember the dreams that yet live and the dreams that have died.
Once upon a time, the thing I told God I’d never do became a dream He made a reality: I flew 3,000 miles from my Southern seaside town to a Costa Rican mountain top to fall in love with these kids. I may never see them again, but how I loved them. They live on for me in the journal entries I have from that summer.
In fact, journal entries are one of the many ways the written word chronicles the dreams God has made come true for me.
Take the night a dream came true, for instance, when the long-held dream of becoming a novelist came to fruition in the form of a three-book contract that I signed just one week later. That happy season taught me much about sowing surrender and reaping reasons to rejoice.
Of course, that contract came as the conclusion to a season of rejection, when I had entered a big writing contest, convinced it would be my big break, when it not only wasn’t that, it wasn’t anything. I didn’t even place. So I considered quitting the writing gig. Spoiler alert: I didn’t.
Another professional career dream God has brought to life is my dream of becoming a freelance editor. Now I get to mentor my writing clients everyday in the art of polishing their pages. I love every minute of it.
But the best dream-come-true God has given me yet? My husband. This amazing man didn’t mind that I left him at the door the night we met. Not only did he not mind that, he saw something that compelled him to ask me out three weeks later, and I’m oh so grateful that he did.
I encourage you to dream the dreams God has given you and see what He might do.