I Dream

I live in the past and the future, while surviving in the present.

When I was younger, I dreamed of being an author. Publishing books for children telling stories of fairies, wizards and magic lands far away from human knowledge.

When I was younger, I dreamed of writing and illustrating my own ideas. Binding them and selling them for thousands of other young children to enjoy.

When I was younger, I dreamed of the creatures, the characters, the personalities, the situations, the powers, the ways in which these plots and descriptions would weave their way out of my mind and into the pages before me.

When I was younger, I dreamed of nothing more than being an author.

Then I grew.

When I grew a little more, I dreamed of being a radio star. I wanted to be rewarded for doing something that I was good at. I had talking down pat.

When I grew a little more, I dreamed of presenting, announcing and playing music across the airwaves. Listening to my favourite artists, and then sharing them with the world.

Then I grew.

When I grew older, I dreamed of being a presenter. Children's television seemed like such a fun environment to be involved in.

When I grew older, I dreamed of relaxing in a studio, announcing cartoons, interviewing personalities and sharing fanmail and drawings with thousands of little people, while they eat breakfast and get ready for school.

Then I met Jesus.

When I became a Christian, I dreamed of knowing God, understanding him completely, being in his presence, sharing his wonderful gift with all those around me.

When I became a Christian, I dreamed of nothing more than making sure those around me weren't going to hell. To save the souls they didn't realize they lost, oh what a joy.

When I became a Christian, I decided that I wanted to do God's work forever. Even if that meant my childhood dreams would remain just that, dreams.

I'm growing older still.