What Is Your Dream?

Some days, I wake up excited and ready to start my day. Today, however, is not one of those days. Perhaps my body knows it is a holiday. Anyway, I am yawning, despite the fact that I got enough sleep, and I just want to sleep for a couple more hours instead of writing and working out before time to go to work. While going back to sleep may be what I want to do, it is not what I am going to do. Going back to bed, and giving into my temptations will not serve me. It won’t make me feel better, nor will it help me move closer to my dreams. So I’m wiping my watery eyes, from yawning, and putting forth an effort. 

The temptation to break my early morning writing and exercise habit is always in the back of my mind. This morning, before I was able to even develop a clear thought, my mind was searching frantically for excuses. We never get to the point in our lives, when the devil just gives up and leaves us alone. He is there every single day. In my dreams and my thoughts. It is his job to irritate me and try to prevent me from doing what needs to be done. But when I ignore him, and do what needs to be done anyway, regardless of how I feel, then I’m able to overcome him.

It’s not always easy. This morning, I didn’t have a single thought (other than my desire to go back to sleep). Sometimes I feel like I write the same things in my blog. But I still show up. Every. Single. Day. 

God is teaching me how to serve Him. The only way, I can learn is if I am obedient. If I want more, then I have to be willing to do more. So let me share with you what gets me out of bed on these early mornings. 

My dream is to have a non-profit organization where I help people who are struggling in their lives: physically, mentally, or financially. For years, I have visited schools. Some of the children in our community need help. I want to be able to help them. I also want to live on the lake. It is my dream to have a lake house. I would love to watch the sunrise over the water every morning. And I want to be physically able to work, for as long as I desire to work. For so many years, this dark cloud has hung over my head. Every once in a while, when I feel really bad for days or weeks, the demon raises its head and threatens to take away my ability to work and the things that I love to do. So I want to live my life by design. On my terms. I want to have the freedom to pay for my treatments that keep me going, without putting a financial strain on my family. And the freedom to rest and allow my body to heal, when I need to rest. 

In order to have all of that, I have to work hard now and be obedient. But one day, I will be writing as I watch the sunrise over the water. What is your dream? 

Love and blessings, 

Candida