Looks like it's time to dream again

Dan and I have had a lot of discussions lately about how we got here (on the road) and where we go from here.

In a way we are in a "let down" phase right now. We worked so long and so hard to get on the road, and then there was this moment. A moment when we realized that we had planned and prayed for this moment, but not the next one.

Don't get me wrong. We are trying to be content. We don't want to run from thing to thing trying to fill us up. We love life on the road, and while there are things we would like to change or do different, we aren't ready to give this up.

It's just that we didn't look any further than this. All of our dreams were short term.

We talked and began digging around for what else there was. If God could get us here... what's next? Where else could He take us.

In the midst of this season of enjoying where we are and casting a glance towards where we feel like we're supposed to go next, I stumbled upon an old dream that I had. One that has been shoved to the furthest corner of my mind because it seemed so impossible.

It came up through a series of strange events and I love it when that happens. Love when the silly becomes the sane, the sensible most perfect thing. I then mentioned it to Dan and it's taken on a life of it's own really quickly.

I love it when that happens. I love it when it's time to dream again.