I’m a dreamer.  Not at night. I never dream while I’m asleep. My body hurts too much and the baby cries.

I’m a day-dreamer and lately my dreams have been vivid, specific, and so big that I can hardly contain them.

I see us raising all $22,500 to help kids in inner city Atlanta this Christmas @ 500toys.org

I see Courageous Church growing deeper and wider and bigger.

I see myself and people I know and complete strangers rescuing slaves all around the world. Some of us die doing it and God gives us crowns in Heaven.

I see kids that look like zombies starving to death get rescued because teams of us took them PlumpyNut and it turned their lives around.

Here’s one specific dream that I shared with you last week.

That’s why I’m writing this blog right now. Less than I want you to know my dreams, I just can’t contain them all.  Almost like a nervous tick I have purchased 4-5 books this week that I will only have time to glance at, but I want to see how some other people with similar dreams actually stepped out to make them happen.

Here’s what I’m reading:

More than a Dream: The Cristo Rey Story

Half the Sky:  Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide

Stones into Schools: Promoting Peace with Books Not Bombs in Afghanistan & Pakistan

How to Change the World: Social Entrpreneurs and the Power of New Ideas

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