Living in Europe.
Walking past hundred-year old buildings, Parliament a regular sight as I run my errands. The sparkling Danube hurrying under my feet as I pause to admire the view from my favorite tram stop on my favorite bridge.
But not as a missionary. Not with a daily "higher call." Newsletters. The constant uncertainty and reliance on the Lord to meet all of my needs.
Teaching.
Daily interactions with hilarious, wise, growing students. The opportunity to inspire them to think deeply with their hearts and their minds as they learn to love learning, and steward their knowledge in God-honoring ways.
But not middle school -- that awkward age of voice cracks, greasy hair, body odor, and emotional drama!
Not science -- my least favorite subject in school.
Not at a Christian school -- where kids "already know the Truth"... where "I can't make a real difference."
Languages, worship, cultures, growth, and community.
But not in Hungarian, not from the front of a bilingual church. Not in my marriage... "What did you say? Torque? Talk? Chips? Fries?" And certainly not an ocean away from "home."
I've had these seeds of dreams sown in my heart from childhood. But unrealized -- unknown to me.
Waiting for just the right environment for them to germinate, unfolding and unfurling. A breakthrough.
And here I am, living the dreams I never knew I had in ways I never expected.
Unrealized dreams reaching, bending, stretching toward the light, into unexpected joy.
I'm trying to do a bit more writing this year... and I'm participating in Rhythm Writing: a year of listening, praying, and writing. This prompt required to tell about one unrealized dream... I decided to interpret it a bit differently ;)
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