Tuesday, May 26, 2009


Yup. I was right. We were having too much fun with my mom and dad-in-law in town this weekend to worry about blogging, checking email, or even working. Thus, I am behind. With a capital B and that rhymes with T and that stands for trouble. Thankfully, I seem to work well under pressure.

Anyway, I had one of those wonderful, life-is-so-beautiful moments on Friday, and though I should be writing I had to quickly post...

We were at a science museum with the kids and decided to take in the IMax show. It was called Amazing Caves, and though it didn't sound very interesting, we thought the boys would like the experience anyway. So we bought a big bag of requisite movie-theater buttery popcorn, tucked ourselves into over sized seats, and marveled at the four-story screen. When the film began, my five-year-old was sitting next to me peering between crisscrossed fingers with his knees pulled up to his chest. But by the mid-point, he was leaning forward, mouth agape, and eyes so wide I could see the movie reflected in them. He caught me staring at him in mommy-awe and whispered, "I think I'm going to be a cave man when I grow up." At my startled look he added, "Don't worry, I'll send postcards."

I find it adorable that my son wants to be a cave man (his term for cave explorers--I think the correct term is spelunkers?), even if it conjures up a mixed bag of images for me including overgrown beards from the Geico commercials and bright colored carabiners. But, as far as I'm concerned, even more important than the specific object of his current obsession is the fact that my son continues to dream. Last week he was going to be a football player, a fireman, and a cowboy. If we try to gently prod him one way or another, he digs in his heels, going so far as to call pastoring and writing (what his daddy and mommy do) "too boring for me." How cute is that?

At any rate, I blinked tears through the rest of the movie. The whole IMax experience and my son's reaction made me choke up with the realization of all we are and all the potential we hold. Our dreams are so boundless when we're young. We imagine sending postcards home from the edge of whatever reality we hope to construct for ourselves, and we can almost taste the stamp as we lick it. And then we grow up. Dreams change. Life gets in the way. And instead of exploring a cave in far-flung Malaysia, we're enclosed by the walls of a cubicle or a classroom or a kitchen. I don't mean to imply that those things are bad or that those of us who find our dreams changing are quitters or lack vision. But no matter where life takes us, I do think we have to keep dreaming.

At least once a year Aaron and I ask each other the question: What is your life's dream and what are you doing to accomplish it? In the ten years we've been married, the answer to that question has changed more times than I can remember. But it's a beautiful question to ask all the same. Several years ago my dream was to publish a book. I still can't believe that dream came true. And yet, I'm not done... It's taking me a while to articulate the new goals and dreams for my life, but that's okay, too. They're still there. I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, it may be too personal to write, but I'm going to ask all the same: What's your life's dream and what are you doing to accomplish it?


  1. First, how sweet that your son wanted to send you postcards! Second, I agree we do have to keep dreaming. My dream now would be to have a book published within the next few years. I've sent out queries and am in the waiting stage now...hoping to hear. I also am excited to begin speaking to women's groups with a dear friend of mine.

    Me & my husband have been married ten years in Sept. :D
    ~ Wendy

  2. I know, the postcard comment killed me. Sweet boy.

    Blessings as you work to fulfill your dream! May you hold that book in your hands even sooner than you dare to hope. :) Would you publish with a pen name? Or will your fans know you as Wendy? Just curious...

  3. I think I'll keep my name: Wendy Miller. I'm working on a website now and that's what I used. I have a question for you...but am thinking I'll send you an email.

    Hoping to win your book in a drawing but I am planning on buying all three regardless.
    ~ Wendy

  4. Wendy Miller is totally an author name. Do you have a great signature? ;)

  5. That is adorable! I hope my son wants to send me postcards! He's only seven months - and I can't wait to see what dreams he dreams for himself. That's so true, yet so sad, about dreams and how they sort of float way the older we get. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a writer. Somehow I lost that vision through high school and college. Only within the past year did I get it back. My dream is to write - and to actually make a living doing it. We shall see... :)

    Question for you - did you pick a winner from my blog followers yet? I'm curious to see who won. Good to see Wendy over here. Based on her blog Wendy and I are kindred spirits, I think!

    I don't think my name sounds like an author name. But definitely a teacher name. Mrs. Ganshert. Doesn't that just sound like a teacher?

  6. Thats the cutest thing I've ever heard, "Dont worry mom, I'll send postcards." I can't wait to have kids and see their dreams come true.
    You know, being 20 in a foreign country brings up alot of dreams. I want to change the world and help the orphans know they are loved not only by certain people but also their daddy in heaven. I think I am right where I need to be to accomplish this dream. In order to change the world and show love to the orphans you have to change within yourself and come to the knowledge of what love really is. In order to do that you need to seek out God and love Him, so He can love you, only then can you change the world and show love to the unloved and orphans.

  7. Katie, I love 7 months... Though I adore every age (it really does only get better!) I have a special place in my heart for the 6-10 month window. They're just starting to sit, talk, laugh and interact, but they're too little to wreak too much havoc. Just wait until he starts walking!

    Jamie, I'm envious... I wish that when I was 20 I was in a foreign country. Although, I do think a long-term stint in Liberia is in my family's future. All I have to do is get over my monster-sized spider fear. ;)


  8. Hey, yeah Brazil awesome/. I emailed you because it was kind of a long note and I sent a message.