It starts with a dream

Sometimes catching your breath, expanding in intensity within your chest.

A fire yearning to be free.

Sometimes it is a still, small whisper of intuition leading you along the way.

Sometimes the dream feels so big, so grand, so magnificent that you wonder if God truly intended it for you.

Sometimes the months and years of waiting leads you to believe and confirm silently to yourself that yes, indeed, you are no good.

Not worthy.

How could such a grand, beautiful dream be given life by you?

You nod in agreement, wiping the tears from your eyes, and work to settle into the grey reality of loss.

Yet God is a God of miracles.

And you realize years later, decades later perhaps, those grandiose dreams are now a reality.

Who am I that You are mindful of me? That You see me?

And yet, You do.

What a joyous time and momentous occasion that we can serve others in such a beautiful way and make their journey lighter, more loving, more inclusive and full of life.

How blessed we can be together in this moment of time, serving and giving as we are called to do.

And how blessed are we that God can use us to do meaningful works for His glory.