I have dreams for myself. I see them in my mind’s eye: bright, broad and big. There I am special. There I have it all. And in the meantime I read and I listen. I pray and I surrender. All of this leads me on…it leads me somewhere.
There is a direction to my dreams. It does not look the way I thought it would. There has been a path lined with lessons. These were unfamiliar to me. I am surprised and humbled.
So maybe special isn’t the goal. Maybe I have it all already.
I don’t write the directions. I do not chart the path. This is surrender I think: admitting that I don’t know what’s best for me and being willing to witness what is.
Yes, I think that’s it. I have talents. I have skills. Move me. Put me where I can help. Lay out the land so I may dance upon it and know. It flows perfect and painless. I flow. Lending a hand, writing the words. I am where I am meant to be.
Dream. Come. True.