I've lately been reading a sweet, free book on Kindle. It's the story of a young woman journeying into life, love, faith and a calling. She's shared it intimately, with few beautiful details enough to turn pages fast in anticipation of the next childhood adventure or youthful cry. All of that reading turned my thoughts to my own heart's cry and calling. I don't have much skill, much energy or even intelligence, but as many, I have longed to do 'big' things in life. Not the usual big things- earn lots of money or live in a massive house but things like travel, being a source of encouragement, perhaps even things that are out of my comfort zone. The 'bigness' of the dream doesn't really matter, it may even change as we go though life but people often feel unfulfilled if nothing happens at all! I've lately felt like that often, as my little dreams morphe out of proportion and shove me out of balance. Then I start to see myself as trapped in four walls, unable to even touch the foundation of those little-big dreams. Yet it occured to me today, that within the walls is where one is trained, as the dreams penetrated those very walls, the outcome will go forth from those again. Perhaps some day I shall look kindly upon those walls, and understand when another dream, in someone else, blossoms within other walls.
