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Dreaming Like A Little Kid‏

I've spent a lot of time lately trying to figure out what I want in life - where do I want to live, what do I want to do for a living, what would I like to do in my spare time. I can come up with all kinds of ideas then my common sense kicks in and starts finding flaws in my plans. Flaws like, "yes it would be awesome to live in that high-rise condo but could you afford the mortgage AND the HOA dues. Probably not." "Yes you loved that job but it paid half of what you make now, you'd really not be able to afford that high-rise on that salary. You'd be living on ramen noodles." "Traveling would be awesome but see plans 1 and 2 for limitations on plan 3."

I miss dreaming like a little kid. When you are a kid, there were no limits on the plans you could make. You didn't worry about how much things cost. There was no job that was too outrageous or impractical. The improbability that you'd even be in the same room as David Cassidy, much less that he'd fall in love with you never once crossed your mind, you just dreamed of him singing "Cherish" just to you. Everything was possible.

When do we start applying logic to our plans? Is it when you get out on your own and are faced with paying your own bills? Is it when the sting of disappointments makes you too reluctant to hope for anything different? Is it when you look in the mirror and what you see doesn't match at all what you see in magazines?

I've been taking comfort in the truth that God can do anything. No dream is too big for Him. If it is the best for us, God can do amazing things to make that dream come true for us. So I picture myself living in that high-rise in one of the best neighborhoods in town, right across the street from my favorite shopping area. I see myself writing for a living. I see myself traveling to all the places I've always wanted to visit.  I'm striving for faith like a little kid and believing that all things are possible with God.

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