A very close friend messaged me yesterday after reading my column.

“Bob,” he said, “your solutions to problems sound like impossible dreams. You paint pictures of a world that can never exist.”

Then, in good natured humour, he compared me to the famous dreamer, Don Quixote.

Most of us remember that wonderful story of the man from La Mancha charging at windmills, believing they were giants. We remember the unforgettable song, “To Dream the Impossible Dream.”

After the message I sat quietly and wondered whether he was right. Do I spend my days writing about things that can never happen? Do I keep urging people to believe in solutions that exist only in imagination? Am I merely waving at windmills while the rest of the world deals with reality?

And then I remembered what had just happened. Yesterday morning I woke up feeling miserable. My head felt as though someone had stuffed it with cotton. My nose was blocked. A cough was beginning to settle in. Every muscle in my body ached. Even getting out of bed felt like a major achievement. “Not now, Lord,” I muttered. “There is too much to do.”

But the body was unwilling to cooperate.

I tried working and quickly gave up. The energy simply was not there. I felt exhausted, irritable and defeated.

Then my wife and I did what we have done throughout our married life.

We prayed.

Nothing dramatic happened at that moment. No lightning flashed. No heavenly choir sang. No angel appeared beside the bed.

We simply prayed together.

I have written before about the power of prayer and have shared many such experiences in my book DARE. Over the years we have seen answers come in ways that often left us astonished.

And then, this morning I woke up and sat up in bed.

The cold had vanished. The body ache was gone. The cough had disappeared. The weakness was nowhere to be found.

I walked to the bathroom, enjoyed a refreshing bath and came out feeling strong and energetic instead of exhausted and ill.

Now some may call it coincidence. Others may smile politely and dismiss it.

But for me, it was another reminder that what appears impossible to us is very possible to God.

Was it an impossible dream when we prayed the night before?

Not at all.

I am not boasting about my faith or that of my wife. I am simply saying that throughout my life I have discovered one truth. Whenever I take a burden, a problem, a fear or a challenge to God, something happens. Sometimes the answer comes immediately. Sometimes it takes time. But it comes.

That is why I continue writing about hope. That is why I continue believing solutions exist.

Because in Mark 9:23, it is written, “All things are possible to him who believes.”

So no, my friend, I am not dreaming impossible dreams.

I am simply believing in a God for whom nothing is impossible…!

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