The Beginning of the Journey

It's 7 days until my move to Texas, seven days. This all still unbelievable to me . . . it is my life. I really gotta pinch myself sometimes! I can't believe it was a year and a half ago this all began. 

I walked forward for a "word" from someone who was gifted. I pride myself in thinking I am not very radical or scandalous in my experiences in life, which to some this will sound like I'm very opposite. She was giving me a word from God . . . not a prediction of my life achievements, or an answer to where my allusive husband was. Instead, she zeroed in on me--my life, my dreams, my God's view of it all.

"You are in a hot air balloon that is very beautiful. 

The hot air balloon represents your dreams in life. 

The dreams have been excellent ones, 

but God has bigger dreams planned for you.

He's popping your balloon."

At first hearing this word, one would think that God is cruel . . . I mean, every child cries when their balloon pops. However, this never entered my mind. Instead, I immediately started wondering what dreams I had had that weren't approved by God. What's really interesting about it is God's dreams are better . . . I had never considered this possibility before. 

I spent the next year trying to figure out what dreams I had been dreaming and what dreams God would have for me that were so different, so better. I didn't expect a year long adventure to get to this understanding, but that is what happened. I am excited to share this with you all . . .