Record the Mark

I have a goal.

Not one of those new year's resolution types.

The kind of goal that has been on my heart my whole life. 

Before I even knew it was there...

it was.

Maturity brought understanding of what I want, brought it into picture, but logically it has felt more like a just a day dream of a possibility...children's' laughter in the distance.

Still...I make plans.

Some goals are all about doing, checking off lists and being done.

This goal feels out of my control, but I am willing.

So I do what I can do now to prepare for the opportunity,

and I pray.

Then, just like that He hears.

A casual kitchen conversation reveals that God works in mysterious ways. The day goes on like nothing happened, but I know....I witnessed hope with my own ears; still my heart is a little slow to celebrate...still cautious weighing reality, hope....my own fear.

Still distant, but every step is counts, so I record this mark.