Without A Vision, Man Perishes

I have a vision in my mind.

I am standing there, with one arm around my lovely daughter, Keegan. My other arm is around my wife. I cannot see who she is, of course. A lot of this vision is cloudy yet, but I am sure it will get clearer when it is supposed to. My wife has one or maybe two children in front of her, pressed close in against our legs; I cannot see their faces or tell what sex they are or what age they are. My wife also has a young baby in the crook of one arm, a very young baby wrapped up tight.

Everyone is smiling. Even though I cannot see the faces, I know that everyone is smiling and happy and relaxed. We are family. Family, a place of love.

I beleive this vision is coming.

I have a vision in my mind. And I am working hard to keep it there, to encourage myself with. To give me hope, and a future. My God has plans for me. It says so in Jeremaiah 29:11.

It is my vision, and I like it, and I call it to me.