I think this is the cry of my heart--to live in wonder instead of dread.~Journal entry, September 12, 2020
We were driving home from our weekly Walmart run for groceries. Billie Eilish on the radio--I'm in love with my future, she sang. The lyric penetrated my thinking, and resonated. I'm more practiced in anticipating dread. This kind of thinking, this weakness, this vulnerability is my Achilles heel.
This past week, though, it was almost as if God whispered in my ear and asked me to peer into my future, to lift my hands in childlike awe. He seemed to say, "I brought you triumphantly over the finish line as you completed your formal work life. Now look over your landscape. There's more to explore. I have so much in store for you. Dream with me about your life."
Then I dreamed in the night watches. I'm not sure where I lived, what house I was in. I walked around a corner in the house, and there in an alcove sat a desk, simple and elegant in design, with wrought iron scroll work embedded on the sides. A window was positioned above the desk and sun poured in, bathing the glossy wooden top in its light. The surface of the desk was bare. The desk appeared as if it was merely waiting for me to claim it. Giovanni was with me and said, "Priscilla, I bought this desk for you."
God is this good, to love us so well. To hear a song. To whisper in our ear. To give us dreams. To dream with us for our lives.
May God carry you into the the plans and dreams He has for your life. May He strengthen you to embrace His goodness, His protection and His guidance. He goes before you and stations provision at every turn. May you fall in love with your future.