Dreamers Harvest Joy, Joy, Joy!

Those who sow their tears as seeds will reap a harvest with joyful shouts of glee. Psalm 126 I used to say, “I’ve cried enough dreamer’s tears in my life to float a battleship.” I did not think of tears as something good. I looked at my tears as shameful weakness. Something to do in private,…

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A Closer Walk: I’ve Always Been A Dreamer

I guess I’ve always been a dreamer. As a little girl I dreamed of being a ballerina, a cowboy, the captain on a submarine… (Yes, I was a tomboy.) But as I grew older my dreams changed. I began to realize as I matured that a dream was something more intangible; something that would feed…

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Picture It: I’m Living My Dream!

Picture it. I am living in my dream-city just a hop, skip, and a jump from Seattle, Washington. A city cut right out of the forest. Everything, everywhere, is GREEN. Tall lush evergreens cover most of the landscape with flowering shrubs, wild ferns, and thick lush mosses, carpeting forest floors. No wonder they call it…

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The Dreamer

Dear Child of Mine ~ I see you there, All burdened down with weight and care. I see your tears as you clutch it so, Your precious dream that died… (I know.) I understand the hopes you held, The longing wish that all would meld. I know it seems “too late” to dream, As though…

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