The dream continues

PART TWO of When the dream’s big enough (Part One here)

After I wore the first layer of skin off my pointer finger jabbing numbers on the cell phone to announce my new agent-ness, I allowed myself to just, well, soak in the absolute blessed luxury of the experience.

The most amazing aspect of it all was how exceedingly humbled I felt when dream transformed into reality.

How awesome it is when God brings everything together, wraps it with love and tenderness, places it in your hands, and says, “I’ve been waiting for the right time. Here is your gift.”

My family and friends who, over the years cheered me on, agonized with me, and tolerated my whining, were equally excited. Though, I’m sure a few of them wanted to dash off thank you notes to Rachelle for saving them from a future of Allan-angst.

My students, who shared the week of waiting with me, could not have been more delightful examples of support and cheer. [Funny thing, one person recognizes me as a writer, and now 125 of them are buying in as well.]

That next day, sharing my Rachelle call with them, I recognized how much I wanted for them to experience what I felt that day. . .the grateful joy of waking up to find the dream has come true. I told them that if this could happen to me, it could happen to any of them. Any of them who will keep putting one foot in front of the other. Any of them who refuse to allow anyone to steal their dreams. Any of them who would not be content to hide their light under a barrel.

Henry David Thoreau said, “If one advances confidently in the direction of one’s dreams, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined, one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”

But long before Henry, we had:“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11).