When life takes over...

Life gets busy.
And the habits you try to form get tossed out the window.
Well I say forget habits, forget rules, forget outlines, forget ideas.
Just go with it.

I've been using a lot of my spare time on Pinterest. Love it.
It has inspired me to create a little more in a little different way.
I love words and I love pictures. So I am going to start putting them together.
The end goal is to put words to my pictures, but I have no problem using other pictures in my own way.
So here's the first creation of sorts,

be still my heart...

One of my favorite moments in The Notebook.

This is love. If you have love, but you don't have this, you don't have true love.
True love is truth, work, pain, trust, sacrifice, loss, and incredible happiness.
Love is two people trying to make one life. Two opinions, two ideas, two ways you like to do things, two thought processes, two preferences. But the joy is that you are two people making one whole. One life.

Pieces of an Author.

I have no computer at the moment, but it has been too long since I've posted anything!!!
Since I can't write (although 'can't' is a strong word and it's more of a 'wouldn't like to in my Mothers living room') I will give you something I've read. 
Not just anything mind you. These are words that I find very inspiring.


If our pictures of heaven are to move us, they must be moving pictures. So go ahead-dream a little. Use your imagination. Picture the best possible ending to your story you can. If that isn't heaven, something better is. When Paul says, "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him" (1 Cor. 2:9), he simply means we cannot out-dream God. What is at the end of our personal journeys? Something beyond our wildest imagination. But if we explore the secrets of our heart in the light of the promises of Scripture, we can discover clues. As we have said, there is in the heart of every man, woman, and child an inconsolable longing for intimacy, for beauty, and for adventure. What will heaven offer to our heart of hearts? 

(The Sacred Romance , 180-81) 

The Thief Wants It All

Any movement toward freedom and life, any movement toward God or others, will be opposed. Marriage, friendship, beauty, rest-the thief wants it all.

So, it becomes the devil's business to keep the Christian's spirit imprisoned. He knows that the believing and justified Christian has been raised up out of the grave of his sins and trespasses. From that point on, Satan works that much harder to keep us bound and gagged, actually imprisoned in our own grave clothes. He knows that if we continue in this kind of bondage. . . we are not much better off than when we were spiritually dead. (A.W. Tozer)

Sadly, many of these accusations will actually be spoken by Christians. Having dismissed a warfare worldview, they do not know who is stirring them to say certain things. "Satan rose up against Israel and incited David to take a census of Israel" (1 Chron. 21:1). The Enemy used David, who apparently wasn't watching for it, to do his evil. He tried to use Peter too. "From that time on Jesus began to explain to his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things . . . Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. 'Never, Lord!' he said. 'This shall never happen to you!' Jesus turned and said to Peter, 'Get behind me, Satan!'" (Matt. 16:21-23). Heads up-these words will come from anywhere. Be careful what or who you are agreeing with.

When we make those agreements with the demonic forces suggesting things to us, we come under their influence. It becomes a kind of permission we give the Enemy, sort of like a contract.

Some foul spirit whispers, I'm such a stupid idiot, and they agree with it; then they spend months and years trying to sort through feelings of insignificance. They'd end their agony if they'd treat it for the warfare it is, break the agreement they've made, and send the Enemy packing.

(Waking the Dead , 154-55) 

Impending Birthdays

As far as unimpressive birthdays coming and going, mine included, I don't have a lot of words.
But I know someone who does... I would like to share this chapter out of Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist with you. It's worth the time of reading, trust me.

Here are a few thoughts on being twenty-five-ish, some that I knew, because smart older people gave me good advice, and some that I really wish I had known, that those smart older people probably did tell me, and that I lost track of along the way.
I know that age is, of course, one of the most arbitrary ways of measuring a person. I have friends in their sixties who continually teach me about discovery and possibility, and friends in their young twenties who are as crotchety and set in their ways as Archie Bunker. Age, like numbers on a scale and letters on a report card, tells us very little of who we are. You decide every year exactly how young and how old you want to be.
When you're twenty-five-ish, you're old enough to know what kind of music you love, regardless of what your last boyfriend or roommate always used to play. You know how to walk in heels, how to tie a necktie, how to give a good toast at a wedding, and how to make something for dinner. You don't have to think much about skin care, home ownership, or your retirement plan.
Your life can look a lot of different ways when you're twenty-five: single, dating, engaged, married. You are working in dream jobs, pay-the-bills jobs, and downright horrible jobs. You are young enough to believe that anything is possible, and you are old enough to make that belief a reality.
Now is the time to figure out what kind of work you love to do. What are you good at? What makes you feel alive? What do you dream about? You can go back to school now, switch directions entirely. You can work for almost nothing, or live in another country, or volunteer long hours for something that moves you. There will be a time when finances and schedules make this a little trickier, so do it now. Try it, apply for it, get up and do it.
When I was twenty-five, I was in my third job in as many years - all in the same area at a church, but the responsibilities were different each time. I was frustrated at the end of the third year, because I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do next. I didn't feel like I'd found my place yet. I met with my boss, who was in his fifties. I told him how anxious I was about finding the one perfect job for me, and quick. He asked me how old I was, and when I told him I was twenty-five, he told me that I couldn't complain to him about finding the job until I was thirty-two. In his opinion, it takes about ten years after college to find the right fit, and anyone who finds it earlier than that is just plain lucky.
So use every bit of your ten years: try things, take classes, start over. One of my oldest friends, Jenny, got a degree in child psychology from Harvard, and has worked for years at a bunch of fancy companies as a client account manager. A few years ago, she finally realized that what she's always loved is helping to heal people through massage. Now after work and on weekends, she's the world's best educated massage therapist, building up her clientele with every passing month, and happier than she's ever been.
My dear friend Rachel has been a makeup artist since she was eighteen, and after ten years, she decided that what she really wants to be is a therapist. So she's doing it now, getting her bachelor's degree, making plans for her master's, doing makeup all the while to pay for school. That's what this time is for, to figure those things out.
Now is also the time to get serious about relationships. And "serious" might mean walking away from the ones that don't give you everything you need. Some of the most life-shaping decisions you make in this season will be about walking away from good-enough, in search of can't-live-without. One of the only truly devastating mistakes you can make in this season is staying with the wrong person ever though you know he or she is the wrong person. It's not fair to that person, and it's not fair to you...
... Twenty-five is also a great time to start counseling, if you haven't already, and it might be a good round two of counseling if it's been awhile. You might have just enough space from your parents to start digging around your childhood a little bit. Unravel the knots that keep you from living a healthy whole life, and do it now, before any more time passes...
... This is the thing: when you start to hit twenty-eight or thirty, everything starts to divide, and you can see very clearly two kinds of people: on one side, people who have used their twenties to learn and grow, to find God and themselves and their deep dreams, people how know what works and what doesn't, who have pushed through to become real live adults.
And then there's the other kind, who are hanging on to college, or high school even, with all their might. They've stayed in jobs they hate because they're too scared to get another one. They've stayed with men or women who are good but not great because they don't want to be lonely. They mean to find a church, they mean to develop honest, intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don't do those things, so they live in kind of an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than they were when they graduated college.
Don't be life that. Don't get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. Walk away, try something new. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don't lose yourself at happy hour, but don't lose yourself on the corporate ladder either.
Stop every once i a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal. Ask yourself some good questions like, Am I proud of the life I'm living? What have I tried this month? What have I learned about God this year? What parts of my childhood faith am I leaving behind, and what parts am I choosing to keep with me for this leg of the journey? Do the people I'm spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that's keeping me from moving forward?
These years will pass much more quickly than you think they will. You will go to lots of weddings, and my advice, of course, is to dance your pants off at every single one. I hope you go to very few funerals. You'll watch TV and run on the treadmill and go on dates, some of them great and some of them terrible. Time will pass, and all of a sudden, things will begin to feel a little more serious. You won't be old, of course. But you will want to have some things figured out, an the most important things only get figured out if you dive into them now.
For a while in my early twenties I felt like I woke up a different person every day, and was constantly confused about which one, if any, was the real me. I feel more and more like myself with each passing year, for better and for worse, and you'll find that, too. Every year, you will trade a little of your perfect skin and your ability to look great without exercising for wisdom and peace and groundedness, and every year the trade will be worth it. I promise.
Now is your time. Become, believe, try. Walk closely with people you love, and with other people who believe that God is very good and life is a grand adventure. Don't spend time with people who make you feel like less than you are. Don't get stuck in the past, and don't try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven't yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life's path.

Faith like a Child

There have been three words on my mind as of late: Child Like Faith. Do any of us really realize what that means? And if we do, do we truly apply it to our lives? What child like faith means is easy, especially for anyone who has ever taken care of or had children. When a child asks for something and you say ‘not yet’, you don’t assume you’ll have to explain why ‘not yet’, just ‘not yet’. You expect the child to trust that you know what’s best for them and that when you say ‘not yet’ it means it is in their best interest. A child doesn’t always understand timing, and health, and money, and the benefit to waiting because their minds have not developed to that point. Their brains have not learnt those concepts so it’s not that you’re holding back information, it’s that you know they won’t fully comprehend the answer. It’s amazing to me how you can tell a child to wait, and depending on the age of the child, they will just say okay. Done. They are now waiting for you to say it’s time. No ands, ifs, or buts. No questions. No doubts, most times... For the most part the child in waiting will either watch what you are doing until whatever they are wanting is ready, or they will go and occupy themselves with something else until you call them; trusting that you will call them when the time is right. Every so often they may come back to you and check in, just in case they have excellent timing and it’s ready, but they trust that you put their request to the top of the list and that you will call them ASAP. Can you imagine how grand life would be if we applied child like faith to our lives concerning God?

The Bible speaks of having faith like children all through the New Testament, and still when God tells me ‘not yet’ I question and I doubt. I once read a quote that says ‘Faith is having doubt, but choosing to believe anyways’. So like that child who periodically comes back to check in, we need to continue to come back to God with our requests, but when the answer is still ‘not yet’ we need to trust that he has our best interests in mind and go back to what we were doing before. We don’t see the big picture, because our minds cannot comprehend; they aren’t developed in that way. So just like a child who hasn’t yet learnt how to comprehend the world, we need to understand that we have not yet learnt how to comprehend the big picture and accept the answers from our Heavenly Father trusting that he has put our request to the top of the list and will call us when it’s time.

They say that I can move the mountains, and send them crashing into the sea.

They say that I can walk on water, if I would follow and believe with faith like a child. –Jars of Clay

‘They’ is Jesus himself. Jesus tells us through The Bible that we can move mountains, literally and figuratively, if we only had the faith to believe. (Matthew 17:20) Mountains! We can move mountains! But we don’t... And sometimes when we try we forget to seek out God’s will in the situation, so that when the figurative mountain doesn’t move we lose faith. Without checking in with God how do we know whether moving that mountain is more detrimental to us then not moving it at all? Not checking in before you move that mountain isn’t having faith in God, it’s more like having faith in yourself. And without God you don’t have the power to move that mountain. It all comes back to not knowing the big picture like God does. If as a child your parents told you to wait and you didn’t, what would happen? Nothing good, I can tell you that much. The food hadn’t been cooked all the way through, the car wasn’t warmed up yet, the movie hadn’t been rewound, you weren’t big enough yet to lift that without dropping it, etc. So now, instead of asking our earthly parents for everything, we ask our Heavenly Father; other than that, is life really any different than it was when you were younger? Except that when the answer is ‘not yet’ you question it, and doubt it, and probably most times ignore it. And we wonder why we live in a world so full of rules and confusion.

Imagine what life would be like with faith like a child. Imagine if you didn’t ignore God’s answers. Imagine if you didn’t question and doubt to the point that you lose your faith. Imagine the faith to move mountains. Life would still be hard, and frustrating, and disappointing, but that’s because of the world in which we live. What child like faith would do for your life is bring you less worry, because God has the answers. It would bring you more joy, happiness, and love, because there’s no need to worry. You wouldn’t have to wonder if you’re doing the right thing, because God would tell you. You would be so caught up in God that if a mountain needed moving, you could move it. I think that by having child like faith you would become more aware of God and what he has for your life, because you would be more focused on hearing what he has to say. And once you are in tune with God, all things are possible.

How have I not been living with child like faith? How have I managed to survive this life without being that close to God? Ah, the key word; survive. Without God you can manage to survive, but with Him you can thrive.

Old Snow

I’m sitting here watching the snow fall out the window. It’s the middle of March. We don’t get snow in the middle of March. But as much as I want the Spring weather and the Summer coming shortly after that, there’s just something about snow that draws me in. It’s so peaceful. I’m reminded of something Max Lucado once said in a book, ‘You need a God who, while so mind-numbingly mighty, can come in the soft of night and touch you with the tenderness of an April snow.’ Snow shows us not only the tenderness of God, but also the pressure of this world. Too much snow and you become weighted down; trees fall, roofs cave in, backs are thrown out trying to shovel it. That’s not to say that God’s gifts are too heavy over time, but that the world we live in takes something good, and turns it into something we can’t handle. You see, that is the goal of the Enemy. Twist everything that is good so that you don’t feel like you can handle it. That way you stop wanting the good and start wanting to be left alone instead, because it’s easier. It may be easier but where is the joy? Where is the excitement? The comfort? Where is the reason for being, the reason for this life at all if it is not in the little gifts that we receive every day? You have to remember to find the beauty, to find what was meant and not what it has become. Like the beauty of the first snow fall, not the weight of the last. The beauty of the first Spring Flower, not the death of it when the season is over. The beauty of a new born babe, not the crying that will follow. Do you see the pattern here?

So when you feel as though life is stuck in the middle of some broken record, remember to stop and look for the beauty around you. It is the beauty that will see you through this life.

I was recently told that joy is a choice. I believe that now more than ever. You don’t have to like where you are in life. You don’t have to like the direction it seems to be taking. You don’t have to be happy every minute of every day. But you have to choose to see the joy, even in the pain. As Barbra Johnson said, ‘We are all going to have pain... but misery is optional.’ The only problem is that misery is definitely the easier option. It doesn’t make life more bearable, better, or worth living, but it is by far easier to find the bad in this life then it is to find the good. Misery is a downward spiral whereas joy is an upward climb; A steep, slippery, jagged, upward climb. Who doesn’t enjoy a good slide compared to a death defying ladder? The problem with misery is that it’s miserable. There is no laughter, no peace, and no beauty. There is truly no point to anything in this world if you don’t have joy. Joy may be that upward climb, but there are plateaus on that climb. Places where we can stop and enjoy the view, revel in what we have accomplished, and regain any lost strength for the next part of our journey.   

So don’t chose misery, choose joy.

The view is worth it more then words could ever say.

Oh, to be perfect

Perfectionism: a disposition to regard anything short of perfection as unacceptable. Especially:  the setting of unrealistically demanding goals accompanied by a disposition to regard failure to achieve them as unacceptable and a sign of personal worthlessness

Perfectionism and I have a love/hate relationship. I hate feeling like I have to do everything right all the time, but oh how I love that sweet euphoric feeling that comes when something is done right.

Perfectionism should be listed, not as a ‘disposition’, but as a disease. There should be medication for this!! And Meetings!! Hello, my name is Kayla, and I’m a perfectionist.

Okay, maybe the medication thing is going a bit too far... but the meetings might not be such a bad idea.

It has taken me a lot of years to realize that there isn’t a right way for things to be done; there isn’t a right way for life to be lived. If there was then there wouldn’t be such a thing as adventure or creativity, because when something is done the ‘right way’ we already know how it’s going to finish and what it will achieve. There would be nothing new, because the ‘right way’ would have already been found, written down, and perfected.

There are many syndromes to perfectionism, doing things ‘right’ is only the most evident. There is also procrastination (because if I can’t do it right then I might as well avoid it at all costs), an unwillingness to try, and, my favourite, an attempt to do it all. The real problem with all of these is that they go hand in hand. You can’t have one without the other, and in the end you tell yourself that you need to do everything and you need to do it better.

I’m reading a book titled bittersweet, by Shauna Niequist. Good book.

There are a couple of things in this book that inspired me regarding my perfectionism, and I would like to share them with my fellow perfectionists.

‘It’s not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What’s hard is figuring out what you’re willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about’ – A friend named Denise.

That hit me. I can’t do it all. I’m not supposed to do it all. I wasn’t made to do it all.

If we were made to do it all then we wouldn’t need our family or friends. To be able to do it all would lead to a very unfulfilling, lonely life. Don’t you think? The more I turn these words over in my mind the more I come to the conclusion that a person needs to decide what they truly want out of life.

I don’t mean the big picture; I’m talking about the little things in life. I would love to have a spotless house. Sure I could come home from work every night and clean to my heart’s content to get it and keep it that way... but I also want to finish reading my book collection and visit with my family and friends. I rarely have time for both. For the average person it may not be a hard question to ask at all, but for me its life or death. I know that no matter what I will feel guilty about which ever option I chose. Maybe perfectionism isn’t a disease; it’s a curse.

Miss Shauna made a list. I love lists. I have lists all over the place; in my house, on my computer, in my car, on my phone. They’re so organized and anal-retentive, not to mention fun! If you’re not a list maker, I feel it is my obligation to inform you that you are missing out. Unless of course, you are a perfectionist who doesn’t need one more thing to do, if this is the case disregard that last statement.

So here we go;

Things I Do:

I strive to keep God at my center; as my center. I live by Him and for Him. I believe in his Son, Jesus, and continuously try to focus my all on the Holy Trinity. Spirit, Soul, Body, Heart, Mind, Will. I pray without ceasing and have a continuous conversation with God going at all times. I read the bible, worship through life and music, and try to listen and act on what God would have me do. I work hard to become a better person with each new day. I read; to learn and to escape. I day dream all the time; I cook up stories and go on constant adventures. If I didn’t read or day dream I would lose myself. I often forget piano is just as important to me as my books and dreams, but I always manage to come back to it. I hate working, but I do it anyways (as most of the population I’m sure). I see the world through God’s eyes and the lens of my camera. I constantly try to learn more of both; I take my camera out as much as possible to keep it that way. I give my prayers, time, and talents to close friends and family, and I offer love, understanding, and friendship to most others through fb and periodic coffee meets. I am involved in a book study, a church, and a family. I strive not to be a perfectionist, but end up being a major procrastinator instead, much to my dismay. I stop everything for a good movie; I’m addicted. I try to exercise at least 5 times a week, eat the right things, and stay away from sugar. I will not give up my coffee. (Maybe that should move to the next list...)

Believe it or not I had to sleep on it before I could make this next list. It’s easy to say what you do. There are many things I didn’t put on the last list that I do. Things that I consider basic, like feeding my cat. Obviously I’m going to feed my cat, so why put it on a list? Well, it should have gone on the list because it’s something that I do no matter what else needs to be done. But things I don’t do? How can there be things that I don’t do when I should be able to do everything!?! And with that thought there came the realisation of why I made the second list. To remind myself that I don’t need to do everything; because that would be impossible.

Things I Don’t do:

I don’t keep a spotless house. I aim to keep a clean countertop and no horrible smells in the house. Do I wish I could have a spotless house? Of course!! But right now you get a clean counter, no smells, and once a week I clear off my tables and my floors. I don’t separate my laundry. I don’t make my bed in the morning. I’ve never seen much point to that one; except in the summer time when my dirty cat likes to sleep in it, emphases on in. I don’t bake and I rarely cook. I love both, but there’s no time or need in my life right now. I don’t scrapbook and I don’t cut my pictures up. It feels like I’m killing my pictures when I do. Plus it’s cluttered. I don’t do cluttered. Don’t take that the wrong way; my house is a cluster of clutter. It drives me insane!! But I have nowhere else to hide things, so I deal with it without adding to it... with things like scrapbooks. I try not to spend time with funsuckers or self centered people; I fear for their safety when I do. So instead I send up a quick prayer for them and walk away as fast as I can. I also won’t go around people who make me feel like less then I am. It may take me a bit, but once the realization of who those people are comes, I’m out of there. I don’t hang around people I dislike, not because of them, but because I know I’ll say something horrible and it’s not fair to them. They didn’t do anything... usually.

I don’t always say the right thing. I try, but what I say isn’t always taken how I mean it and I don’t understand in what way it has been taken in order to explain how I meant it. Hence why I prefer fb to phone calls; it’s safer. I don’t do crowds, I don’t do loud noise, (unless it’s good music), and I definitely do not do both together. I don’t arrive on time. It’s not a conscious carelessness or a lack of trying; I simply never finish anything as quickly as I think I will, and forget everything else so I am required to run back into the house at least once, but usually twice.  

As painful as it was to write these lists, and as much as I try to perfect them every time I look at them, it was worth it. These are my daily reminders of what is and is not important to me. They remind me that I don’t have to do it all; after all, I’m only human.

Washing Dishes

I do some of my best thinking while washing the dishes.

I didn’t know this little tidbit about myself until I got a place without a dishwasher. At first I was appalled. You mean I have to take the time to wash everything by hand and touch all that left over food!?! I have a religion against touching food leftover on a plate for no other reason beyond the fact that it’s just gross. In other words I’m very... particular over whose dishes I wash and in what way I wash them. You would think that by now I would just carry disposable gloves around with me, but I don’t like gloves either. You try to do dishes with gloves and you get your hands in too deep and the dirty water ends up inside your gloves and on, and on it goes. The morel of that story; I’m a little neurotic and tend to get off topic.

While doing my dishes this afternoon I was contemplating greatness and dreams. I believe that dreaming is a big part of life on this earth. Not just because I’m a day dreamer, although that’s probably a factor, but because I feel that dreaming is one of the ways that God speaks to us. Not the dreams we have when we sleep necessarily, but the dreams that come to us while we’re awake and our minds go blank. The thoughts that pop out of nowhere while you’re walking to your car, down the street, picking up the mail, making a meal, or doing the dishes. The bible says to ‘be still and know that I am God’. My first take on this verse is to shut yourself away from the world, and sit, and listen. No distractions; no music, no books, just you and God. That can be a very powerful situation to place yourself in. Unfortunately I’m horrible at it. I seem to have the attention span of a gold fish; 3 seconds and I get distracted. I often feel as if I’m not trying hard enough to be close to God because I can’t seem to find the time to shut myself off from the world every day. But one day I realized that Psalm # wasn’t talking about only the stillness of your body and your world, but also the stillness of your mind. I had to look up this verse again; be still and know that I am God. Be Still. We can let our minds be still while continuing to let our bodies move. So I asked myself, when do we ever let our minds be still? For me, it’s when I wash my dishes. I stand at my sink with my hands in the suds filled water, looking out my window, and just... let go. I don’t plan. I don’t think about what needs to be done today, or tomorrow, or next year. There are no thoughts on the bills, the messy house, and the dirty laundry. It’s just me and my dishes. It is in those moments that I ask God what he would like to share with and I let my mind go blank. Sometimes I dream of the future, sometimes I remember the past, others I think up stories that could never be reality. Most times I pray; in happiness, loneliness, anger, and fear. I pray in trust, faith, disbelief, and doubt. Today my mind went to dreams of greatness, and Harry Potter. I have big dreams for my life, not in the sense they are huge to accomplish but in that they hold a lot of meaning for me. These dreams of mine take a certain amount of pushing and doing, and a certain amount of trusting in God and his doing. If I were to make these dreams happen on my own, they wouldn’t end up being as great as they could be or make me feel as fulfilled as they are supposed to. Do you want a job? You can go and get any job you strive for, but if you listen to God’s direction he can lead you to the job you will be most content with. Do you want to get married? You can go and find anyone you want and get married, but if you listen to God’s leading he will show you who he made to be your Ezer Kenegdo. Do you want to travel? Hop on a plane and go! But if you listen to where and when God would like to have you go, it will be a truly purposeful trip. You can make your dreams happen, but if you wait on God for your dreams and listen to his direction then there will truly be greatness in your dreams. I believe that in your dreams is the greatness God has intended for you. So dream big, He does. Yes, it may seem hopeless at times and like you will never see your dreams to reality. But when you are open to God’s plan for you, your dreams are his dreams, and his dreams come true. As a friend of mine once said; God is faithful, He will see it through. This is a promise. If God has given you a dream or burden that is in accordance to His will on your life, He will see it through. All you need to do is pray and wait. We are on God’s schedule not our own. When we pray and wait God will equip us for what he has asked us to do. What he has asked us to dream. So dream big and take hope. God is dreaming for you.

Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter...

God expects great things from you. He shows you this greatness through your dreams, through your mindless wandering. Never forget to come back to God with your dreaming. Our dreams on our own are just that, dreams. Things we would like to become reality, but will probably never happen. But with God our dreams are the greatness that he intends for us; the greatness that he will see through to reality in our lives.