Sometimes after years of walking down this road of life...the dark and lonely journey through the forest...the moments in the meadow along the path...the mountains climbed...the valleys where your soul was restored...the nights walking beside the river of tears...
God will bring up a long lost dream. "Remember this? You still want this. Turn here."
It looks too good to be true and the path is
steep and rocky but that speck on the horizon...that place that you've
never been but is calling your name is just right there...you can see
it. You can imagine yourself there but you can't see the whole
road...part of it is covered by the mist of the mountain and the other
part looks impassable.
And again He whispers, "Turn, my beloved..take my hand..."