It just struck me that most of us grow up and grow into our responsibilities. We forget about our dreams and make new ones -- some realized and some not. It's a pretty good life for most. They have loved ones, family, friends, and generally do their best to be happy in life, before their time is over.
I've always thought of myself as "different". Even as a little one, I felt the rules didn't apply to me. Gosh-darn it, I know I sound arrogant... but I always have felt different. My little-girl dreams never faded. When I felt like an old married maid, when I was fat and miserable... even then, the dreams were there, hot as ever.
Through the separation and divorce, things were pretty ugly, but I still had those dreams and started to realize that I was actually making progress!!! Me, Making Progress!!!
That hope in and of itself is fulfilling and content. And it makes me want to work harder than ever to become what He wants me to become. It's just another level, I know... because this feeling has been here before. It's a mix of encouragement to continue and a pat on the back, too.
Maybe it's not the girl who never grew up, so much as the one who always hoped, dared to dream, and waited her turn for "her time"?
Grin.
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God has a plan for each and every one of us. He has gifted His children with gifts to use. Whatever his plan is, whatever your gifts are, there is a reason. And, whatever is to happen will happen in His time...that's the part I don't usually like because I want it NOW! lol
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