Submission time...

As in...time to turn something in.  Submit something for consideration.  Send the little dream out into the light of day and see if it roots down or dries up.

As in...time to remember that I don't have it all figured out.  That ultimately I may have to admit to myself that this isn't the right dream at the right time in the right fashion.  And not mishandle the response.  To not be disappointed if it doesn't go as I would like.  To not become overly impressed with success if it does.  Submit to those in authority...ultimately, to the One who has a plan for everything, which I may or may not have discerned aright.

In some ways, it would have been easier not to risk, not to share, not to hope.

But easier is not the criteria for discerning that Plan.  And I have made a determination to not allow myself to chose comfort over risk.

But it is odd, this emotion that I have after finally pulling back the curtain and seriously sharing something that has been pulling and stirring in me for several years now.  I've decided it's much like the emotion I felt when kids pack up and leave the house, moving out on their own.

I've done all I can do, for good or for not-so-good.  Now it's up to God....

I'll be praying over that with my morning coffee.