“Did you have any dreams last night?” Most mornings my daughter asks me this question, but I always disappoint her. I’m a deep sleeper. My head hits the pillow, and I lose consciousness until morning. No dreams by night.
I do most of my dreaming by day.
This middle-aged, home schooling, pastor’s wife may not look like much of a dreamer. I spend my days corralling kids, doing errands, cooking, writing, cleaning, going to meetings, visiting people and having company. But in between, I dream. Some of my dreams are my own wild, crazy ideas. Like winning the lottery and spending a month in Italy.
Some of my dreams are God-given and God-driven:
- Marrying a Salvadoran guy named Jose
- Having children
- Moving to Turkey
- Planting a church with a team
- Encouraging other women
God placed those dreams in my heart, giving me faith to believe what looked impossible. Even…
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