One morning over my ritual coffee, pondering how fast life had gone by. I realized that I missed the dreams my young heart held as I planned for my future. I can still feel the excitement of everything out in front of me. At what point did they disappear?
The things dreams are made of —
In my script, I was going to go to art school, settle in the mountains of the West. I would have a log home and a studio from which I would create works of art, and write. The path was so direct. It did not include lifelong games of shin-kicking, whack-a-mole, pain, and struggle.
Reflections on different directions
If I had become a Christ Follower at an early age I would have had backup to endure it all with faith, and the sure knowledge of God’s promises. We do not have to fear. Once we turn it all over, confess our sins of separation. We will experience the greatest freedom and peace we can ever know. Your dreams do not disappear; they become God’s dreams for you. They may not be exactly what you envisioned or in your time frame. But they will come in His timing.
The right direction for me —
To me, the most amazing part of coming home to Christ is that I desire to follow the word of God. I turn away from worldly things. Do not dismiss Christ without reasonable investigation. You will have eternal life; the question is how you will experience that life. There are only two choices. If you choose to follow Christ, you will live without fear, knowing you will live with God forever. You will know you did your best to live the plan he had for you. Youthful dreams do not disappear they mature into God’s greater plan.