If I were to dream...
My hair is tied back in a ponytail, flying a bit crazily in the wind that whistles around me. My face is tanned and the smile on my lips echoes the sparkle in my eyes. The joy I feel is unmatched, undeserved, and oh so beautiful. And I feel beautiful. My God has brought me here, and I am once again unencumbered and free to be the ‘me’ that he so lovingly created.
Did I mention the overwhelming joy?
Yes, dreaming lights in my soul. Though dim for now, it threatens to burst through, leaving in its wake many crazy ideas and adventures to seriously consider. But why not? Why not dream?
Why not dream?
