Is It Ever Too Late to Dream?

If you asked 10,000 people if a 57-year-old woman who was sick much of her life and has been 100+ pounds overweight for years should be planning to take up several sports and enjoy them for decades... most would laugh. They would be shocked to find out: I'm serious.

Early in my forties I noticed my friends slowing down. Laying down, I called it. Some of them no longer wanted to do anything that took any real effort. They preferred the comfort of a chair to life *out there.*

They lost mobility and the ability to adventure, outside of their home or head.

Me? I've never gotten enough of it. I feel like I'm just getting started.

I started a "To Do Wishlist" of sports and outdoor activities I still want to do, again and again. Some of them I've done and could do today. Some I've never done and would need lessons. Some I'm a long way from fit enough. Did I mention I'm planning to travel all over the world? A lot?

Times a' wasting!

I can't help people who no longer want to live in fullness. It's a choice. I can help what I become through the coming years, and, in the months of this year.

In consistency lies the key to victory.

That and my wish list could add volumes to my life.

I keep hearing in my head what Kenneth E. Hagin yelled in his head while lying paralyzed, as his doctor and family planned his funeral:

I ain't dead yet!

I can't be the only one. Wishlist posted at left.