Once upon a time, my dreams were big. I wanted to be published and well-known and for everyone to love me.

Now my dreams are bigger.

I want to serve my husband and my daughter even when that evil niggling serpents itself around my shoulder.

"What happened, Ericka? Where did you go wrong?"

But everything is so right.

My daughter has done a 180. She's focused on being a nurse and will be volunteering at the hospital where she wants to work one day.

My husband has a new job, and we continue to walk together through the valleys and over the hills with God's goodness leading us both.

And I'm becoming far less a stranger to what it really means to dream big. It's the fattening up of all you've ever wanted, then hand on the hatchet, releasing it back to the One who's dreamt the dream we all are living.

It's watching the old dream die so the new one can take flight.