A Deamer's Vision

Well, it's now 74 days until I'm married. I've got this scared excitement on my chest as I move into something I know was meant for me. It's not a fear...more of a boyish wonder, I'd say. As a little kid exploring the forest behind my house, I'd be filled with anticipation leaving the protection of my parents, but still drawn deeper into a world I was not familiar with. And in 74 days I'm stepping out of comfort and familiarity into a total dependence on Jesus. This is a journey leaning on His promise for a life abundantly. A life abandoned to the pursuit of finding God's heart, learning how to love my fiance from a perfect love that comes from His heart, and to uncover the beauty and hope hidden in every area on this planet. A life like that brings a freedom few experience. I don't want to be naive or play the role of the ignorant, young romantic, but there has to be more than what I see in the usual life. I'd be depressed if I couldn't hope for more. And my new travel buddy gives me hope to see the world I've longed to see. You wont see any masks here, none of that sugar coated fake crap. But as best as Melody and I can articulate, we hope to show the reality of two dreamers learning to love each other more, the love God has for His kids all over, and what can happen when the world encounters a love it has not known. Part of me says this is crazy and too much, but the larger part of me has already stepped over the edge. Now a momentum has started that will only snowball, and there's no place I'd rather be.