I took a peek behind the curtain and I've seen that there's more. More to do and more to squeeze my hands around. New creations and things to imagine. Dreams, once deferred by bad choices and unintentional circumstances, are weaving themselves in the corners of my mind like multi-colored cobwebs seen only by an observant eye.
In a conversation with my friend, I said "You know, my life is half over now and there's still so much I want to accomplish." And in a tone that felt like dry toast, she asked, "How many people do you know that are 100 years old?"
I stared at her, then at the ceiling. I don't know anyone that old.
"My point exactly," she said. "You have maybe 20... 30 years at the most."
I have at least 50 more things - big things, little things and in between things - I want to see happen over the next 50... ummm... 20 or 30 years of my life. I still have goals and dreams. And I still believe in miracles.
So, if the Lord says the same and the creek don't rise, I hope to be right here, sharing with you those 50 things as they come to pass.