Childhood Dreams

I have always had an affinity for the written word. My parents owned a bookstore when I was a child and I was given free reign here, as long as I was careful not to bend the spines of the books. It was like having the world at my fingertips. I would spend hours in the back room devouring books. The name of the store was The Booklore and it was here that the my love for reading flowered. I was a bookworm and probably read half the books in the store. They even let me take them home. I wanted to be a writer when I grew up.

 Life got in the way and my dreams were not realized. Not then, at least. God's plans were different than mine. I still was an avid reader, but I wrote less and less. I continued to journal and write poetry well into my twenties. Then one day, I just stopped. Gave up. I thought, "Well, I guess the Lord has other plans for me."  Shortly after my husband and I got married, Randy bought me a word processor. I didn't use it...not once.  It wasn't until after my conversion that I picked up my pen again. Except this time, I started writing about and to the Lord. And you know what?  I never stopped. I had three dreams as a child, to read, to write, and to draw. An early poem that I wrote expressed this desire:

Three in a palm
Not in a fist
I blow softly
Making a wish
Childhood dreams
Rest here
Searching for
An angels ear

Did God hear me? Well, I'm reading, writing, and I just picked up supplies to start drawing again. So, yes....I guess He did. In His time and in His way. And in Him lies an endless source of inspiration.

Lord, help the seeds and gifts that you have planted in all of us flower and grow. We are all unique. May we all use our gifts and talents for Your Greater Glory. Utterly Thine, O Lord.