I started asking my mom about my future husband when I was three years old, wanting to know who he was and when I would meet him. I remember hopping in the car one day as she was picking me up from pre-school and exclaiming, “Mom! A boy in my class told me I can throw good today! Do you think he might be my future husband?!”
As a little girl, “a mom” was one of my go-to answers when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. My other various answers included “a teacher,” “a worship leader” and “an astronaut” (until I found out that science and math were involved. I just wanted to go to the moon!)
It’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that I’m living out the dreams that I’ve carried in me from the very beginning. I’ve always known, but it’s become clearer than ever that God doesn’t put dreams and desires in our hearts in vain. He doesn’t do it to tease us or put us in a state of hopeless longing, but because He loves to fulfill them.
I’ve still got some dreams left in me, and I’m sure you do, too. But I see my life as a story of hope, a promise that those dreams will also certainly see their day, even the ones that seem a little far-fetched. So let’s dig deep and gather all the dreams we can find inside, and watch them come to life.