Somewhere along the way

hello, for the third time today :)

About 2 years ago I decided I wanted to write a book and since then I've written about things as they come to me, much the same as my intended blog will be. Here is an excerpt of my 'book in progress' that I'd like to share....much love from Charlie and I, see you tomorrow :)


Adulthood leaves little room for innocence or imagination.  As children our imagination was broad enough to create an entire world around us.  We didn’t have empty dreams about what we wanted, we believed it was feasible, right at our fingertips.  We weren’t distracted by what we now know as reality.  Our imagination was present in all five senses.  Somewhere along the way, magic became trickery.  When all innocence was lost, we were faced with the harsh reality of being responsible at all costs for achieving what we wanted in life. 
 I can still remember what it was like to believe in Santa Claus.  I’m not sure if I ever slept a wink on Christmas Eve night for the first nine years of my life.  What I now know as my mother’s footsteps, was once what I believed as the cautious movement of Santa around the Christmas tree.  I didn’t doubt the possibility.  I didn’t question.  He was real, and he was downstairs.  But just as I remember what it was like to believe, I remember how disappointing it was to discover that Santa was nothing but a fictional character in a traditional Christmas story.  All excitement, imagination, belief, and certainty is gone.  The disappointment turned my certainty of possibility into cold hard truth.
 The truth is that when we lose faith, whether in the possibility or in ourselves, we stop believing.  Disappointments rob us of our dreams.  We stop making the effort to obtain the good life.  We spend our days comparing our lives to the lives of others.  We’re constantly aware of what we don’t have, what we aren’t, never reminding ourselves of what we do have, and what we are.  We focus on our handicaps, losing sight of our abilities.  When do we decide to turn self pity into self worth?  When does time turn from silver to gold?  When does life turn from the sum of possibilities into the series of achieved goals?

 We often wonder why the life we dream about day after day never comes to pass.  We’re constantly aware of what it takes to turn dreams into reality yet we procrastinate.  We put life on hold until tomorrow so we can spend the time at hand daydreaming about it instead.  It’s common knowledge that death is the only certain thing in life, that time isn’t in our hands, and most importantly that we’ve not been guaranteed the next breath.  We box up what we know as certain and leave it on the shelf to collect dust.  We’re constantly wasting time instead of investing in it.  Do we spend our days trying to meet someone else’s expectations and standards rather than our own?  Do we run rampant trying to find where our place in just because we’re too afraid we won’t be accepted the way we are without some general stereotype?  And if the answer is yes, then we are running away from the desired goal and not towards it.  Be an individual. Be free. Be yourself.
So what’s the catalyst at which our future depends on?  Hebrews 11:1-3 says, “The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living.  It’s our handle on what we can’t see.  The act of faith is what distinguished our ancestors, set them above the crowd.  By faith, we see the world called into existence by God’s word, what we see created by what we don’t see.”