Living the dream

Once there was a girl with a dream. Her normal life was not by any means unsatisfactory, but deep within there was a tiny flicker of a flame that burned endlessly, causing her to lift her eyes beyond the ordinary.

As a young child, she read of mystical places far away; when she turned 15, she imagined the people who lived there and she began to long for them. When at the cross roads of 18 years, she tentatively placed her heart away from the ordinary and went searching. And at 21, her heart found its home with the heart of a man who also dreamed. He dreamed big dreams made with the largest paint brushes. Broad strokes and bright colours. Together they thought that they could find reality for their dreams.

Time began to pass - those dreams that had intertwined became laden with necessity and responsibility. Being hard working folk, they got about their business and did was needed, and the flame once again became but a flicker. But because the dreams were fueled by the DreamGiver, the flame did not die.

Many years passed - children were born, friends were made. Their house became their home and all seemed so good. But yet the flame flickered.

It was a cold winter morning, and for months the flame had been growing - neither the man or the woman could quite comprehend - but the flame still grew. And on that morning, when their hearts were once again ripe with anticipation - and their eyes were searching - that they both knew in an instant that the first of the dream had begun. The flame leaped to life.

The couple were eager to experience their dream in all it's fullness - to finally feel that satisfaction of experiencing all they had hoped for, of tasting that purpose for which they had been formed. However, there were experiences that had to be gained, relationships and knowledge that had to be formed.... and more time passed.

At last, one day the page turned, and together they found themselves at the precipice of decision - to risk all for the dream - or to stay in a safe and provided-for environment. They dove in, head first, trusting in the DreamGiver to provide all that would be needed and to lead them where they were designed to go.

It has been a truly remarkable life. One that has filled to the brim the hearts of the ones who had humbly trusted the DreamGiver.

There are chapters to dreams, it seems. And never, on this side of eternity, will the final chapter be inscribed. But each new chapter is in its own way its own adventure. The journey of the past is woven thickly with the lives of remarkable, amazing people and places - each writing permanently on the hearts of the travelers - each colouring and changing them some - molding, shaping and even preparing them for the chapters that still lie ahead.