Have you ever had a dream?

Something that you thought was unattainable, out-of-reach, pie-in-the-sky.

A dream that you put away on a shelf and take out only when life is at its most overwhelming.  A dream that you never thought in your wildest imaginings would ever come true.

But sometimes when you least expect it….when you have given up all hope….your dream becomes reality.

Dreams are funny like that.

This is our dream.

You see….we lived in the hustle bustle world of a big city with all the lights and fanfare that a big city has to offer.  There were restaurants and shops and movies and plays and museums and malls and lots and lots and lots of stuff.

And my husband was on the fast-track in a tall skyscraper in the middle of that very very big city with all of its fast-paced allure and over-whelming responsibilities.  And we were happy with our four children in our hustle bustle house and our hustle bustle lifestyle….but we were so busy. 

Maybe too busy.

Too busy for each other.

Too busy for our family.

But amidst all of that busy….was a dream.  A dream of a place where life was simpler.  A place where our children could run and breathe and grow without all of the constraints of an overwhelmingly fast-paced lifestyle. 

A place where the all of the busy and the hustle and bustle and the noise and the clamor could end in a screeching stand-still.

A place where you could see the stars.

But the merry-go-round was spinning faster and faster.  Life was moving speedily along.  We felt like we spent all of our time and energy just trying to keep up. 

And then one day in church, the pastor preached a sermon entitled, “Just Jump.”  He spoke of listening to your heart and the Lord and if you felt like there was an insurmountable dream….you shouldn’t be afraid….you should jump.

We were afraid. 

We were so scared. 

We couldn’t just jump off the merry-go-round.  Or could we?  The doubts were swirling around and around in our head. 

But there it was…..a still small voice saying…..


Not “jump” in all caps, but “jump” in tiny, small, timid, little letters.

And so we did……

                           …..jump, that is.

We jumped from the hustle and bustle and busy to a still, quiet, beautiful countryside with acres and acres of land to run and play and….


It has been five years since that first jump and our family continues to grow and thrive.  The move has had its challenges and blessings.  Truthfully, sometimes I miss the hustle and bustle.  I miss the convenience of a drive-thru diet coke.  Sometimes I miss the busy.

And then I walk outside on a crisp, clear, January night….

                                                                            …..and I see the stars.