"Just a dream and the wind to carry me, soon I will be free....."

Words penned and sung so magically by Christopher Cross.  I feel that we are in a never land these days.  Floating between old and new.  Sailing in uncharted waters to a new destiny.  In transition.  Homeless, but with a roof and plenty of love.  Our lives have been pulled out by the roots.  We have been carefully placed in a bucket of water until we can be replanted in new soil where we can begin to grow again.  It's an odd feeling to suddenly not know a sense of home!  I long for the freedom of a new start.  That is the dream.  That is the freedom.  I am grateful for the sailboat that carries us.  The Wind that sends us forward is none other than God Himself.  His canvas can indeed do miracles that I can only wait to see!  I look forward to the painting that will appear as the brushstroke of a Master recreates new beginnings.  The horizon looks beautiful and promising as the sun sets and the silhouette of our tiny ship inches slowly away from the old and towards a new burgundy sky.  Lord, help me to relax and enjoy the ride....