What is your dream? Do you have one? Or perhaps you have several.
My dreams were too big for me to believe I would ever accomplish them. From when I was a child, I wanted to write a book, go to Israel, live in a foreign country, communicate with people around the world, and become a public speaker.
Who would be interested? What was I thinking? I dismissed them for many years, thinking they would never happen. I kept myself busy doing other things, although I did travel to foreign climes (!) and met and married my husband here in South Africa, so at least one of my dreams came true.
But then life changed. Suddenly, I was alone, deprived of my husband because of cancer that took him from me. I had time on my hands. What would I do now? Would I wallow in self-pity?
Or would I revisit my dreams?
That’s what I did. I gave them to God, then picked up my pen and began to write. It was a daunting task. Could I really write a book? Or was I fooling myself? I spent three months, every evening when I returned home from work and gradually the book took shape. Bit by bit, word by word, the book came into being.
I heard of a tour going to Israel. Could I join them? Would I be able to afford to do so? Determination won through. I was prepared to give up minor events in favour of being part of this enormous adventure. I visited Israel, not once but twice, and during that time was inspired to write a novel which I completed within the year – and then not one book but two published, a third at the editing stage in the series today, and a fourth to follow next year. Beyond my dreams – two visits to Israel, and now, five books published (I slipped another one in at the beginning of this year too – a stand alone).
This blog post will wing its way around the world, settling who knows where and being read by people in far and distant lands. Although the communication tends to be predominantly one way, it is still a thrill to know that people in other countries read what I write.
And then, from time to time, I am asked to speak to a group of people about this and that. Public speaking is the final installment that has come true.
I never thought my dreams would become reality. But each one, to a greater or lesser extent, has done so.
So is that the end? Am I relaxing now?
No, not that you’d notice, for as each dream has been fulfilled, new dreams have crept into my mind.
One book? No a completed series, with more to come. One trip to Israel? No not even two, but the dream of exploring other parts of the world to inspire my writing. A few hundred readers? No thousands of readers. All these things may seem impossible now. But I follow the God of the impossible. If my first dreams have come true with His help, why not the ones in the future?
Once again I give them to God and dream on. Who knows where He will take me in my dreams?
What about your dreams? How impossible are they? Even the most impossible dreams can come true if you set your mind and heart to them.
God bless you.