You would think by now that I would face reality. I haven't. I still hold out hope, because it is the only thing that keeps me going. I do dream of a better world. I don't think it's fantasy to believe that things will get better. Some would say that reality is that things are getting worse. I hear about all the violence around me and cringe. I know the fears that all of us have. Yet I still dream. I can't fathom the world my little nieces will grow up in. Maybe for their sakes, and for their contemporaries, I wish for a better world. Is it an impossible dream? Only the Lord knows for sure.I know the Lord has a plan for me. He wants me to dream of that better world, and share the vision with others. I know that I can't bemoan the present state of this fallen world. All I can do is try to change my corner of it by being open to those in need around me. I can't be afraid to reach out. Maybe if I did more of that, then I could in some small way make a better world.
