Hey friends. Happy Friday! I’m so excited for this new series “Real Life Dreamers” and the amazing stories many of you sent me about your big dreams. This first story is from Amanda who writes over at Rambo’s Rampages. I hope you find it as inspiring and hopeful as I do. If you still want to get in on guest posting about your dream, msg me for more info! And with that I’ll turn it over to Amanda.
I am Amanda. I am diverse. I am funny (I like to think). I am a multitasker, a good one at that. (My husband might disagree on that point…. but he’d be wrong.) I am a wife, a mom, a teacher, a nurse, an artist, and a professional cat litter scooper.
I am nothing without Jesus.
My husband and I have 4 children. Three in 3 years and then 3 years after that our last little man came along. THAT is when I realized my dream. I mean, I’ve had many dreams throughout my life to be sure; travel around the world, become a famous painter, own my very own island. But never has a dream been more desired.
I want to enjoy a cup of coffee, dare I say two cups, in the morning on my deck in silence. And I want to take my time doing it. I want to watch the sky and the clouds change. I want to wrap myself in a blanket, and slowly sip my hot coffee.
The problem? One word: Rambo. Yes, he has thrown a curve ball at us and really just upset all my plans. Rambo is our fourth child. Well, his name is actually Theodore, but he is called Rambo by everyone. Everyone except for his dad that is, but he won’t be able to hold out forever – he’ll give in one day.
Meet Theodore. He is chunky and cute and sweet and loveable. And he spends about 50% of his time at the hospital.
We found out while I was pregnant that he had a heart defect. But no one ever expected things to turn out the way they have. He spent the first four months of his life in the hospital with too many ‘close calls’ to count and 5 surgeries (only 1 was expected). He is unique to the core and demands constant medical attention. He is the reason my dream became so simple and yet so unattainable.
Meet our other three children. They are just as wonderful as they look. And if it were just them I’d let them fend for themselves in the morning: cold hotdog, poptarts, cake – eat whatever you want for breakfast as long as you can get it yourself. I’ll be back inside by 9am to start the day.
Theodore has caused me to reevaluate; to call upon Jesus like I never have before. To trust, to surrender, to be fully sustained by the Author and Perfector of my faith. It has not been easy.
So how do I get through every day and make it closer to my dream? Baby steps.
Don’t take anything for granted. Like silence. Like coffee (even if it’s on the run).
Rely on the grace of God and believe that it is indeed all sufficient.
Teach my children to take care of their little brother – that it pleases God to see them loving him.
Breathe deeply and keep the humor.
I WILL attain my dream one day. I might be 94 years old but that’s okay. I can wait. In the meantime, I’ll take what I’ve been given. Even if that means only getting outside for 1 minute 32 seconds to walk the trashcan down the lane. 🙂
Amazing girl isn’t she? Show her some love over on her blog too!
Thanks and happy weekend.0