In response to a homework assignement from this class we’re taking at church, we were asked to write about our dream, if money and time were not a factor, what would we be doing…these are a few sentences that I wrote. I feel like there should be more…but I couldn’t come up with anything.
One of the most fantastic times of my life was the day that Katrina made landfall and the 6 immediately following. Those 7 days literally lived on in my dreams for almost a year. There was not a week that went by that I did not dream of being there, serving, loving, caring for folks. People that didn’t have any one else meeting that need. Literal blood, sweat and tears were shed, but I can’t imagine not serving.
We talked about it last night as well, and it seemed that everyone was mostly content to talk about my dream, I think so they didn’t much have to share theirs. I just feel that mine is not big enough, or not complete. The speaker last night mentioned that she was given chunks of her dreams at a time…. because she knows that if she was given her dream flat out, that she’d be ahead of the curve, doing it on her own, not relying and not trusting in the Dream-giver, maybe that’s why I feel like mine is incomplete.