I'm a dreamer. Always have been, and probably always will be. It's just something I've always been; daydreaming, imagining, wishing, hoping. I dream of the things most girls do, I suppose, but I sometimes wonder if their dreams are as valid and important and real to them as mine are to me. I dream of owning a horse--something I've always wished for. I dream of living on a farm, with a huge sprawling white farmhouse and a barn with a loft. I dream of traveling--to England, and France, and New Zealand. I dream of moving back East--to Ohio or West Virginia. I dream of writing a best-selling (or well-loved) novel. I dream of preforming my music somewhere. I dream of stopping abortion. I dream of falling in love. I dream of getting married one day. I dream of having children. These things may happen, and again, they may not. These are dreams--but they are more than that. They are a reality, to me. They're not just a vision I see in my future, I can see it before my eyes--how it will look, what I will do, who I will meet. I have many dreams. Some I have had for years, and some are being established deeper and deeper into my heart as I get older. I can't know my future, but God does, and I'll have to be content to leave these dreams, wishes and hopes in His hands.
What are your dreams, friends?
(p.s. today is my beautiful Mum's birthday! head over here and give her some love. :))