When you've been dreaming about something all your life, planning, praying, hoping it will come to pass just as you saw it when you closed your eyes at night to imagine it, somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought settles that it can never come to pass. But yesterday shattered my To-Good-To-Be-True Complex. I'm here, in Seattle. I cooked myself dinner tonight, sat down and just stared out the window. This is my dream. I am living my dream.
I think this is also the end of a long season of doubt. God is a tender father who finds joy in giving His children the desires of their heart. But now that I have it all within reach of my fingertips, I remember that deeper still, Jesus is the desire of my heart. I think I love this city and its quirks and charm, but what I long for is Jesus.
I can't believe it finally came to pass, and I thank God it did.
So, here's a toast to new beginnings, fresh starts, and grace that goes on and on like the rain in Seattle.
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