When I was younger about eleven me and my best friend shared
in a dream. We wanted to be rock stars, travailing around the world in a camper that could turn in to a stage (the camper was my best friends idea) we wanted to sing God songs, have hit albums, and be famous.So we tried to practice, we did a couple of performances at are church Sunday school which a good portion of the kids were little boys who just laughed at us. Plus we were singing along with the people on the music so it wasn't really us just singing. Then we stepped it up a bit and decided to do a performance in front of the entire church one Easter we did that for two years...and slow are dream died. To me it became more of a fantasy something that couldn't really happen I mean I knew there were people who became sing and were famous. But it just didn't seem rational any more. A child's dream I would call it, not that I am much older now than I was then but you get the picture. A couple months ago I asked my BFF what she wanted to be when she was older and she said to me:
"you know what I want to do."
Me "the rock star thing?"
She shook her head. She was pursuing there dream. And that was fine, but she was going to have to do it without me. She was taking voice lessons so maybe she might fallow the path we had dreamt up, but alone she would. Or at least that's the way I see it. I don't and never will see that as the path God wants me to fallow considering that I have realized my voice really isn't that good. But God will decide what will happen.
Dreams are good thing to have, I have lot's! I day dream about what I really want to do when I grow up. Probably be an author. I may not be good at singing but I love to wright, I don't know what my life would be like without writing.
But then there are other day dream I have some times about a uhhh....certain person (cough), some times about how I think a upcoming event will go. Sometime it's fun to make up stories in my head.
Dreaming is fun and can have purpose and God could use it in so many ways. I just hope he tells me me soon if any of my dreams are the right ones.
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.