Realizing that even dreams and hopes that have been forgotten, lost in the drudgery or cynicism of life, and packed away for an undetermined amount of time, can fall out of the sky and knock you flat on your back. In a good way. At any given moment, when you are least expecting it, when you had given up on them.
Maybe dreams are granted at unexpected moments so we are that much more grateful and in awe of God when they come, than we would be if our dreams were handed to us on a silver platter at the moment WE want them to come true. Well played God... well played.
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