Dreams come and go. I paint pictures in my mind. I get lost in moments of a beautiful future. Happy tears. Warm embraces. Waving daisies. Sweet sunshine dances.

But they’re just dreams. Just wishes blown like dandelion seeds into the great wide open.

Who is to know where they will land? Or when. Or how. Or even if they will at all.

My Father knows.

The winds blow and seasons change. So go our dreams and wishes.

They must be held, for we are human, but not too tightly. They must be cradled lightly in hope, not clung to desperately for existence.

If one day my dreams come true, I will thank God with a full heart. And if one day my dreams don’t come true, I will still thank God with a full heart, knowing full well His ways are not my ways.

Sway gently, my dreams. He loves me more.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.”

-Romans 8:28

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