When my life ends isn't my decision, but what happens before is [for the most part]. I spent a long time feeling sadness deep in my gut whenever I heard these lyrics:

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?
(Somewhere Over The Rainbow by Judy Garland)

Because I truly felt that was true, there was a place where my dreams would start. Sure, I wouldn't admit that even to myself, but it was true. No, this isn't a post about 'making every day count' and how I'm about to go out and run a mile then find an orphan and help him get a home. This is more about my heart (and maybe yours?). My dream is right now, loving the people around me and starting to truly love God more and more. God is slowly becoming more and more personal to me, as I reach out my hand to take His in this love story He calls life, I find that He's waiting to take my hand. So today is my dream. And if I die tomorrow, know that I die joyful. 

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