Where Did Our 5-Year-Old Dreams Go?
My 5-year-old mini-me daughter will tell you she wants to be a fairy-princess-super-hero when she grows up, and no one dares squash a child’s dreams.
Hi! I’m Danielle. I'm a northern girl raising my family in the south. If you catch me, I'll let a Boston style "wicked awesome" slide out. I embrace my awkward, loud self, and don't apologize for being me. As my little girl says, "God made us all unique in our own way." I’m a full-time working, home school mama married to my high school sweet heart. We actually met at a home school group. Yes, we were those kids. We have one beautiful, pink and pony loving daughter. She is the light of our lives. I am a therapist at a psych hospital. I wish I could share all the stories of what happens there with you, but there is this silly thing called HIPPA. Believe me, you name it, I’ve seen it! Coffee is my emotional support drink – it’s been with me through all my storms and every therapy session. But, my Lord is the reason I rise every morning.
My 5-year-old mini-me daughter will tell you she wants to be a fairy-princess-super-hero when she grows up, and no one dares squash a child’s dreams.
Buying this little bear wasn’t just for fun. It was a serious covenant between God and me.
I love change for the positive outcome it brings (like packages from Amazon), but I hate it for the process we have to go through to get there.
She told me this was the better of the diagnoses, this was treatable, and she could work with it. I didn’t think she’d be wrong or consider she meant “with enough money.”
My focus was on getting through my struggle as fast as possible and learning whatever God was trying to teach me to get the prize at the end.
What desires do we need to relinquish to the will of God? How could a Biblical-Hope perspective change our daily lives?
Hope is a big word. It might only be four letters, but the concept is much deeper than it is short.
