If you would have told me 2 or 3 years ago, or even 2 or 3 months ago, that I would be writing a blog about my dreams. I would have asked you, “You mean my nightmare”?

 I have 4 grown adult children that I cherish and adore.  All College graduates and working in their fields.  I love watching them live their lives. I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my first grandchild, a girl who will be known as ”Caroline Isabella Priester”.  We are expecting her arrival the first of  November.  

There was a time, not very long ago when I felt as though all was lost. That my dreams were shattered, and I would never live or love again. However, thanks to good friends, and loving family, and most of all Gods grace, I can honestly say, I am slowly but surely finding my way back.  Recently, I took a short sabatical and spent time with God and decided to spend some time reading.  The first book I read was CHAZOWN, given to me by my broker, Lonnie Plaster, who is a spirit filled christian. CHAZOWN is a Hebrew word for Vision. The bible says “with out a vision the people perish”. The next book I read was The Choice, by Nicholas Sparks. I had received this book as a gift, and since I love this Author I thought I would slip it in with all of the heavy reading material. You see, there was a time when I LOVED to read. However, somewhere along the way, I lost that desire and I lost what if felt like to find enjoyment in small things.

After I was finished reading the last page I was amazed at how much I had enjoyed it.  I had become a part of the story.  Imagining what each sound and smell and vision the author intended for me to imagine.  I could hear their voices come to life and feel the emotions of the charachters.  It was as if my mind, body and soul were experiencing a new awakening.   

A friend had suggested that I read ,”Desire, The journey we must take to find the life God Offers“. I was anxious to find another book to read and so I started it with much excitement! It was as if I were coming back to life.  With each word, and each page, I felt as if I could hear God ever so softly telling me to come to him, to give him my dreams.