IMAGINATION MOVERS

No, it's not that one.

Do you want to know that I meant by imagination movers ?

Let me share my story

When I was expecting my first child
I did not shop for baby stuff until
I was seventh month along in my pregnancy

"And why ?" my husband asked me,
when we were shopping in Walmart that day.

"Because I am afraid that a calamity will befall on this child,"

"Well, it the worst thing happened,
we could always donate the baby stuff,"
said my kind husband

I was so relieved with his answer that I still vaguely remember
what I bought for my baby in Walmart .
A package of newborn diapers and a package of green onesies.
Daniel, my firstborn, looks good in green, actually,
while Timmy, my second child, looks good in blue.

I am someone who imagine the worst.
My imagination movers are fear.
I could easily be someone who look at the negatives,
then present them to a few good people who wanted to make a positive changes thus dampen their spirit.

Thanks to the Almighty for sending people to slap my face ,
to wake me up from my fear induced, negative stupor.

I am forcing myself ( because it does not come naturally to me )
to imagine the best, the noble dreams, the beautiful sights.

Today in facebook, an old friend reminded me about a reunion plan
( thanks Jenny Suriahayani ).
I am making a mental note to imagine a happy reunion before I go to sleep.

Let me share with you my personal beautiful images
which I hope happen in the future

1. Seeing my kids grown up to be the nice, decent people.
Seeing them walking in their adult life following their Creator
in the paths that specially prepared for them.

2. Seeing my husband , walking Sophie down the aisle,
handing her to her good husband.
( oh my, I will definetely ruin my make up on that day )

3. Seeing my self published books sold out .
Yes...dear readers, I have a plan to self publish two children books...
One is being illustrated right now by a good old friend in Indonesia,
hopefully by the end of this year. The other one is already edited by a friend.

4. Seeing myself type " the end " at an unfinished novel project

The list will go on and on.

Before, I am always timid and shy
to tell others about myself and my dreams.
Because I have a fear that I will not deliver my own dream
then others will judge me " She is just another loser,"

These days... I don't ( or try not to ) think about what others think of me.
I imagine hearing myself say " Whatever !" while rolling my eyes, if by accidents I hear people mock me , which usually not happen.
My circle of friends are very nice and polite, you know...

Isn't that written in the Bible
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, 
the evidence of things not seen."

Imagination is the evidence of things not seen. 
By God's grace, I forbid myself to let fear move my imagination. 
Because I remember two beautiful promises in the Bible

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, 
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you, 
plans to give you hope and a future.

( Jeremiah 29:11 )

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, 
but of power and of love and of a sound mind.
( 2 Timothy 1:7)