This morning in the most audacious sense, I choose to start this day with a dream. If I let hope govern me, and let it fuel my drive, I will move forward one stone to the next, with my heart set on the day we will all be living stones in the arms of the Lord. He dreamed us into existence. This is one of those days I am happy just to be alive.
Happy to be alive… and to drive. I wonder… if God had made me into a car, then would the Holy Spirit be the fuel He fills me up with; and the road signs leading me left and right like the Father, who provides safe detours for me so I won’t inevitably crash into a pit; and if I am willing, would my destination be the Son? If I am a car going to Him, He’s helping me get there. Yes, it’s a dream to be moving, and alive.
A Brave New Heaven 