When Dreams Change
It was over a year and a half ago. I saw her as she carried the weighty wooden box to the lobby and then sat down on the waiting bench, box in her lap, face in her hands. She wept. I could see her shoulders shaking. The mother instinct in me wanted to run down the hall and hold her while she cried...but this was not my place and I had no idea what I could and couldn't do in this new place of "ministry" . Besides, it was a private moment and she had no idea someone saw her... But Someone always sees us. Inside the box was the dust particles of a life lived by someone she cherished. He was someone she had dreamt of spending her life with. But sometimes the dream changes. After gaining her composure, she got up and left the building, carrying the wooden box as if it held the most fragile of treasures, after all, it did. Her dreams. In every person's lifespan there are countless experiences as we move from one goal or dream to the next. Sometimes the change is