I have my (only) deep thoughts first thing in the morning, before I get out of bed, before I know if I'm fully awake or not. I also have some really inspired ideas...until the light of day hits and I somehow decide I won't/can't pursue whatever great thing I had planned in the wee hours.
Take this morning for example; I decided it would be a wonderful thing to get in touch with the social workers I know, and the Guardian Ad Lidim supervisor and round up a few teens in foster care who are into animals- especially horses. I thought, "Why not? I have 4 horses that I don't ever have time to groom, and a large amount of other critters who would use a brushing, patting, or scratching on the ears. Free therapy for kids!"
I've read a couple books lately by a woman who runs a horse rescue ranch that doubles as a day camp for troubled kids. I'm not up to something like that at this point, but certainly I could have a couple of horse crazy girls around to enjoy what I'm blessed with...or a foster kid stuck in the city with dreams of the country life...goats to milk, eggs to collect...?
Such a good idea until my first cup of decaf (yes, that's what I drink). Then I get little nagging thoughts and doubts as to why it's not such a good idea...or why I should wait...always wait.
I think the Lord blessed us with this little horse ranch and all the critters because I had this dream as a child- and He is a gracious God and kind to His children. But I also would like to share it. Somehow. Someday.
Sharing it with foster children doesn't seem enough. Maybe it is. I don't know. sigh.