I have been thinking about my life a lot lately. Our family is very fortunate. We are living our dream – or at least close to it. For years, every decision and goal we’ve made has brought us closer to living here close to family, in a home we could “grow up” in – somewhere we would plant our roots for a long time. We have made a lot of moves in the past 15 years: Canfield Avenue to Stubbs Ave to Provo Canyon Road to Archmore Loop to Ponder Point Drive to Lake Street. Wellington Avenue is the best move, yet. So, now what?
It sounds strange, doesn’t it? We spent the last 5 years working every weekend on our house – making sure it would pay off in the end, and it did. Now, we have leisurely weekends and life is much more simple. It is a dream. So, why do I feel a little anxious? What’s next?
We have so many dreams we want to live. The economy stinks. The kids are tied to school and activities. We have a home to maintain, let alone a mortgage to pay. But, we have dreams. How are those dreams going to happen? I have no doubts that they will remain dreams unless we make them happen. Hmmm, that’s a novel concept. We need to make them happen. We have one life to live. We’re not always in control of the big or little turns in the road during that life. We are not in charge, and yet we still have the power to make dreams come true. I’m determined. We are going to make things happen.
I guess that’s a little bit behind the reason for Running Hope this year. It is a small effort, but it is the beginning of great things to happen . . . just you wait and see.
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