I have a dream.
I have a dream that some day, before it’s too late, he’ll be bit too. Bit by that stubborn li’l wanderlust bug that bit me as a young woman. And never let go.
That some day we’ll have the time and means and freedom to travel the world.
To see and set foot on as much of Creation as we can before leaving this earth.
Before the wrinkles already forming around our eyes and on our foreheads grow too numerous to count.
Before we’re too old and feeble to enjoy it with gusto and a spirit of unstoppable adventure.
Before God calls us Home.
Even knowing that Home will be far more glorious and awesome than the wonders of Creation sprinkled across the expanse of His beloved earth.
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it,
the world, and all who live in it;
for he founded it upon the seas
and established it upon the waters.”
(Psalm 24: 1-2)
I think about the reality that most of us don’t and won’t get to travel the world. It’s a luxury, a gift reserved for few, for sure.
Most often, when we have the youth and energy to travel, we don’t have the money or the time to “do it right.”
After all, we have jobs to work, kids to raise, responsibilities to juggle, priorities to keep.
And ironically, when – or if rather – we finally have the money and time, we’re likely too old to “see the world” as energetically, adventurously and painlessly as we would’ve in our younger years.
“Ay, there’s the rub.”
My dream is a selfish one anyway. Offering nothing for anyone other than me, the lusty traveler.
But I am reminded.
The beauty and majesty of His Creation, which includes all of us His children, all the land, water and air around us, and everything therein.
They are already before me and around me.
In still, small ways.
And they exist to glorify God and God alone.
Open your eyes. Open your ears. Open your heart, Anita. And be satisfied.