It breaks my heart to think that some women don't dream.  Of course, I spend a little too much time dreaming.  And I'm not only talking about daydreams.  Literally too.  (I thought I just had a creative imagination, but a psychologist told me that with as many dreams as I have, I'm not getting enough REM sleep.)  

Anyway, today I finished a novel about one such non-dreamer.  SWEET CAROLINE by Rachel Hauck was laugh out loud funny, but it also had me crying all the way to my kids' school.  The powerful ending included a message on trusting in God's perfect timing.  For Caroline, that meant daring to dream.  

For me, it means letting go of my dreams.  It means believing that God knows the future and wants what is best for me.  I don't have to make things happen.  And even when things go wrong, there is a reason God allowed them to.  If God answered every one of my prayers with a "yes" I would miss out on so many opportunities for growth.

No matter how big I dream, God's dreams for me are bigger.