Spain
I had a revelation the other day. I walked past the window in our living room and saw the sun shining on the Mediterranean Sea. It was cold outside but I couldn’t resist going out to the patio to stare. I stood there for several minutes and gazed out at the sea. God always brings me back to the sea. I thought about the fact that I’ve dreamt of living in Spain since I was a child. I have bucket lists that I made in elementary school that have “live in Spain” always listed near the top. And here I am. It hasn’t hit me. Except for this moment. I said to myself over and over again “I live in Spain. I live in Spain. I live in Spain.” – in an attempt to believe it. I looked down at the cup of tea I had been holding. The mug I was using had “make dreams happen” painted on it in gold. I smiled. Flashes of dreams after dreams appeared in my mind. Dreams that had become my reality. Answered prayers. God is so good. So so good. And so surprising. And so BIG! Back ...