Mr Jones and Me
I was a big dreamer. As a kid, my dreams and realities didn’t quite reflect each other. I wanted to climb trees. I couldn’t get past the first branch. I wanted to be a singing star. I was mostly part of the choir. I wanted to be homecoming queen, not to be. No complaints, I really have had a good and blessed life, just that a hint of a desire for more still burns in secret in my heart.
As a college student, I traveled to northwestern Montana with my parents on a mission trip, and then we spent a few weeks traveling, Wyoming, Utah, Colorado. And I fell in love. I set my life’s dream to return to the west from Ohio, to make my life in the most beautiful part of the world I could ever imagine. Guess what? That didn’t happen either!
Fast forwarding through college, job, marriage, kids, divorce, remarriage, cancer (and successful treatment!), early retirement, and empty nest, and now I am ready to fan the embers of those hidden dreams. Along the way I became comfortable, secure, which oddly enough made me very insecure about trying new things. My husband is another dreamer, but without the fears that plague me, and I drive him crazy that way.
Anyway, the good news is, the GOOD NEWS. In 2002 I met Jesus for really the first time, and for the last 12 years He has been teaching me of His ways. For now, one of the things that means to me is that I need to embrace my life, reject fear or anxiety that inhibits my enjoyment of this life He has gifted me with. “For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, fear not; I will help thee. (Isaiah 41:13) So now we begin….