Some dreams do come true
A lawn mower hums in the distance as my daughter swings and counts to 100 for no apparent reason. The other two little girls, I call my own, tinker with a bicycle trailer turned wagon and race down the backyard hill. The puppy digs a hole and chases moths as dusk falls upon us all.
Daddy’s home.
For three long months his job has demanded more than it’s returned. I marveled as I watched him work longer and harder than any man I know. His is truly amazing. This is his dream; our dream.
Once upon a time two teenagers set out together. They planned. One day, far, far away, the poor boy would have his very own garage. He would give the poor girl all she ever wanted.
But the years were long. The poor girl worked hard. The poor boy worked harder. Sometimes they had less than enough. And it was hard. Really, really hard. Sometimes, in their weary hearts, they even lost the dream.
Could it be it’s been 16 years since they dreamed that dream? Could it really be coming true?
Today is the day the dream came true. The poor boy and the poor girl are rich in blessing. Some days our pockets are still quite empty. The blessings are faith, children, family, and honest work. Oh, and God just so happened to give the poor boy his very own garage, too.
I suppose we’ll have to find a new dream now. The rich girl sees a perfect space in the rich boy’s garage for an after-school program full of skill-training and ministry offering. Maybe this dream won’t take quite as long to materialize. No matter. I reckon she’ll just keep dreaming it until it does.
Never stop believing, Lori. Sometimes dreams really do come true.
Lori Rodeheaver
McClellandtown