I’ve often dreamed of finding bunches of coins on the sidewalk. In those dreams, I’d say “This isn’t a dream, this is the real thing!” But I always woke up.
This morning, though, the coins were real. On my morning walk down main street, there they were, spread out before me. A half-dozen dimes and nickels, shiny against the dull concrete. Not a lot of money, but a lot of symbolism: Today’s the day to start the blog. Today’s the day to stop worrying about how good the writing will be. Today’s the day to let God make this dream real.
Sweet Jesus, we all have dreams. Some are your dreams for us and some are our dreams for ourselves. Help us today to discern our dreams. We want to follow your dreams for us because your dreams are joy and peace and truth.