Dreamer.

i'm a dreamer. there are no two ways about it. all day long i float in and out of my secret life of daydreams. ideas, longings, plans for my future, wishes, impossible wishes, confusing wishes. a perfect world, whimsical places and spaces, magical moments that are unrealistic, but beautiful. and all night i do the same.

it's 11:13 when my head hits the pillow, and my eyes refuse to shut. my imagination has just ignited--this is when i dream the most. if there are special moments of the day, this is when i relive them. if i have an idea for a story, it gets processed and my mind runs away with it. when i've mused up with an idea for a quaint little bakery or my perfect tree house, this is when it turns from an idea to having every little detail worked out. i dream so much of my life in the future. i chose to keep away from dating at a young age, but i can't help but imagine what it will be like. what he may be like. this is the hour i get to spend in my little utopia when all of these dreams proceed to wander in and out of my mind until i am contented.

 in addition to dreaming, i also love to pray while i am looking back on my day in thankfulness. thanking God for everything i have been given, asking for help, and praying for those around me who are struggling. because there are so many people in my life, at least, who could use so much prayer. and yet, i don't always remember to pray for them. maybe i say that i'm praying for them and i have... once or twice, but not consistently. so when that happens, this is the time i spend with God, pouring out my heart to Him and thanking Him for His marvelous love.

and when all of this is said and done, somewhere in the middle of a dream, i drift off to a place where i have no handle on my dreams, but they carry me away until morning. . . when i start all over again.


what do you dream about?


Love and hugs,

the moonlight dreamer
lindsey lou

{p.s. this was my 99th post!!}

I have my plans... but I wonder if God has others...

We all love to dream. I know I do. 

I dream and plan for my future. I lie awake in bed, staring out the window, under the full moon, thinking. just thinking. And dreaming about my future.

Then I make a little plan.

  Let's see... Well, first I'll go to college and study art, I think. And a little bit later, I'll meet some amazing man. Then I think about that man, who he may be, what he may be like. I want to marry someone like this...I think to myself, as my mind begins to wander. After I meet him, we'll date each other, grow in love, and someday get married. It seems simple enough. And then I will travel the world with Celia and Adelle, and of course they'll get married too, so the six of us can take off for the world together. 

As I get carried away, I think of the cute little house we'll live in, being poor, newlyweds, but having just enough to keep us afloat. And loving each other so much that we won't even notice. I think of having a family-- a big one, and a house full of lively children, who I'll teach at home. I ponder the memories we'll make, the laughter that will fill our home, and everything in between.

I fall asleep, and tuck away my plan for a little while.

But today I was thinking. Maybe God has different plans.

What if, before I even went to college, He called me to missions?

 What if He called me to singleness, to serve His kingdom somewhere, and I never married? 

And what if I never had my own family?

What if I didn't get to go to London, Paris, and Venice, but in stead was called to serve in Africa?

What if I wasn't given the cute little house I want, but rather a missionary's home or a simple home in a third world country?

What if I didn't have the memories and laughter of a family, but in stead had the memories and laughter of the children of His kingdom?

I don't know what the Lord has for me. I don't know if any of these things are in store for my life-- in either list. And I began to wonder, would I follow the Lord, and do what He called me to, even if it meant that I didn't get to live the life I've dreamed of? All I know is that God has an amazing plan, and that however it may work out, I need to follow Him in it. Because I don't write my story; He does.

In other news, I have two finds for the day:

A question-a-day 5-year journal-- I'm in love! 

And a yellow and cream striped sweater... you know me and my sweater faddish. ;)

(sorry, all these pictures are blurry and bad... they looked better on the review screen than on the computer.)

Love, hugs, & macaroons to ya,

Lindsey Lou