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someday i’ll pay the bills with this guitar
we’ll have it good, we’ll have the life we knew we would
my word is good
– from hey there delilah by plain white t’s

these are my simple dreams, the ones i had before i was challenged to dream bigger.

one piano, a stolen glance, three years, a platinum ring, two dogs, a job, an annual vacation, two months a year in bangladesh, white hair, two hands, one sunset.

in a way, i miss having simple dreams that could be easily achieved so i can write “it was everything i wanted it to be” as the final sentence in the diary of my life. so much easier than having visions of bigger things to come, things that will stretch not just my faith, but every cell in my body. so much more desirable than falling down every day when setbacks and callbacks happen.

a few years ago, i would have given anything to have someone tell me that someday he’ll pay the bills with his guitar and that his word is good.

but now? that’s just not enough.

so don’t ask if i’m contented or if i think it ungrateful to keep wanting more. it’s not because my tolerance for disappointment has been raised (it hasn’t, trust me) or that i’ve become greedy.

it’s just impossible to remain in a tiny world of iPods and whatnots when He’s shown that the inconceivable is achievable. why should i be the one to limit those possibilities?

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