I had a dream, a vision for our family before I married. I wanted our home to be the place the kids loved to come. I envisioned a room big enough for a television for movies, maybe a pool table. A stable maybe with a couple of horses, a basketball net with a slab of concrete and lines painted on. A fun place to be.
I had a dream of a church where people knew our names, our first names. Knew us and we knew them. Where I knew if someone was hurting and could send them a card or stop for a visit. I'd hear if someone were sick and could take them a meal. Of a church where they preached God's love, and His word and Sunday mornings especially were dedicated to worshipping Him. A church that had meals together, spent time together, cried together, laughed together, lived as the body of christ.
I had a dream for my children of friends for them. A dream of a best friend for each of them. Someone to talk to and confide in to encourage them. A friend who loves God the way they do and is the iron to their iron sharpening each other.
I have a home. I have children. They have friends. But none of those dreams have become reality. Sometimes, reality just sucks. I feel like venting here and letting all the vile things in my head and chest out right now but I'm repressing it.
I have a higher standard than most people do. That's just the truth of it. When it comes to my kids and what I want for them my goals, visions, ideas of what is right and good for them are not running parallel to culture, and YEP I mean Christians in that statement because to tell you the truth I do not see a difference anymore worth mentioning between most "christians" and those who have never claimed to be one.