Flash backs to childhood

As I watch my children watch the Olympics....I remember....the days my dreams were possible.  I remember when I just knew I could be a gold medal gymnast.  I remember watching the Olympics with the same, zeal and awe and wonder as my kids watch.

Where do we as adults lose the dream, the possibilities?  Reality is a neccesity, but child hood dreams are beautiful. I see the light of the future shining in my children's eyes. I want them to always believe in the impossible and work for what seems unattainable. I want them to know that through Christ anything is possible. I want them to temper that with God's call on their lives. That they learn to check their dreams at the foot of the cross. May their dreams fly but may their love for Christ color every dream and every desire.