Matthew and I like to dream about things together when we spend time one-on-one. (I daydream all the livelong day, but that’s just how I’m wired). There is one dream that we’ve batted around since our oldest was in diapers and our younger two were but a twinkle in Matthew’s eye. It was never a good time, it wouldn’t work, but the dream keeps reappearing.
The kids now all share that same dream and we think that it could work, finally. We do what we do every time a big life decision comes up: We pray about it, we start taking steps, and if doors close then we know that it’s probably not the best path for us. (Sometimes I would like to PRY THOSE DOORS OPEN but that’s not how life works.)(I’m not always happy about it either.) So we’re taking steps, and being surprised at the positives, and think that this dream may really, truly become a reality.
It may very well not, but we both believe that a closed door only means that there’s another door about to open around the corner.
Either way, dreams are being dreamed about and steps are being taken and if this particular dream isn’t realized, a similar one will be. I know it.