Sometimes you just catch bits and pieces- as you walk, as you drive, as you pray. Little glimpses of what could be.
A place that stands out but you don’t know why.
A familiarity with someone that can’t be defined.
A word that reaches you somewhere on the inside.
Parts of the picture fall into place during the events of a day- as you talk, as you meet, as you play- moments of appreciation for what now is.
A place you call home.
People you depend on.
A solid place to stand.
A figure of what is to be comes into view- as you work, as you try, as you stay. Anticipation of what is to come.
A place to call your own.
Kindred hearts in one accord.
A labor of love, of purpose, of God’s own design.
So take in every bit, and hold on to each piece. These are those things that your dream is made of.
Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ: