It's confession time again. I spend a lot of time dreaming. Day-dreaming, that is. I indulge myself by spinning dreams of things I want to do.
I bet you have dreams, too. Dreams that seem too impractical, too wild, too grandiose to ever come true. You know what? That's okay. Dreaming is good for us. Dreaming spurs us to try to do better, to take chances, to risk being thought a fool.
I'm certain many people thought Columbus a fool. And what about the colonists who refused to put up with King George and his unjust taxes any longer? Weren't they dreamers, wishing for a united America, a free America? Most great things happen because someone dared to dream.
One of my favorite songs is "To Dream the Impossible Dream." It speaks to my heart, to my soul. One of my impossible dreams was to write a book and to sell it. It took many years to make this dream come true, but it happened. To date, I've sold 32 books. Few people know my name; fewer still have read my books. But my dream happened, through hard work, persistence, prayer, and a lot of luck.
So, for today, I am grateful for dreams.