The dream on my heart is to write the rest of my life. It’s like He’s cut me from a specific cloth; but it took 40 years to trim and sew me to resemble the pattern that I am now. 

It’s the eve of Saturday morning and I have nothing on my heart especially to write. Nothing dramatic or amazing comes to mind. 

I am waiting on the Lord to return the copies of Baqash to me. I desire to chomp at the bit and finish the edit of the book and hopefully publish soon. But I want the book to be perfect unto Him. 

Yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary. – Isaiah 40:31 (NASB)

So I wait for the Lord. All my dreams rest on Him.