I have a vivid memory from a couple of weeks ago. It was a day when we had loaded up the back of my minivan with some of the last odds and ends from our house. I drove them down to the harbor. As I opened the back and assessed the contents, deciding which ones I could fit in my arms to carry down the dock to waiting Skagua, I had a moment of clarity. "These represent Brian and my hopes and dreams." It was interesting the different items. There was the plastic (large) tub of curated books. I had sifted through the many many books from our house, and selected these to match this year's science topic (Marine zoology), history topic (California), and to match my girl's many other interests. This one tub contained hope of joyfully reading to, sharing knowledge with, homeschooling Eila along our journey in a hands on way. I packed hard to find canned goods, specialty flours and baking ingredients, imagining delicious meals cozying us away from home, or shared with new acquaintances along the way. And then there were Brian's items, a spearfishing gun, a surfboard, a family collection of wetsuits. Representing the fun and adventure he dreams of sharing with his kids. Brian also packed safety gear, electronics, tools, etc. A hope to be prepared to protect us in all possible situations. Another couple of boxes held Spanish Bibles for kids and adults. That's another dream of ours, to share hope with people we encounter in Mexico.
What will become of these hopes and dreams? What will we encounter that we couldn't even have dreamed of?
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