dreaming.

If i could dream of a perfect life, it would be a life ruled by love. A quiet life where intimacy with the Holy Spirit would be my hearts home. This home would not only be my refuge, it would be my place of operation. It would be my first love. Everything else in my life would only be an expression of that place. In that place, my capacity for the heavier calling and destiny and plans of God would be enlarged. In that place, Gods dreams would be fostered and my dreams-birthed. In that place that my heart would call its home, I would be most alive. I guess the beauty of it is that this guy named Jesus lived the life that he lived and did the thing that he did so that this "dream" could be my reality. Now, my life is simply the process of Him wooing me closer and all the while becoming more at home in this place called intimacy, in this place called love.