Dreamer

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Dreams.

What happened to the massive dreams we had when we were kids? What happened to the unimaginable curiosity we carried with us everywhere we went? What happened to the blazing spark we had inside of our hearts that flowed into everything we touched?

We were unstoppable in our bedrooms, scheming, believing, dreaming. We believed in ourselves so much we could see it, hear it, feel it, taste it. It was just out of our reach. Just a star awaiting our small hands to grasp…to leap into the sky…to fly.

It was beautiful. It is beautiful.

For some reason, as we get older we forget what we knew as kids. Really, kids have it figured out. Their childlike faith is what God wants from all of us, from 2 to 21 to 93. It got lost somwhere in the mix of this world. Something so indescribable, so magical, so awe-inspiring was pushed out of our minds and hearts as the comparisons, the insecurities, the negativity wove itself into the very depths of our souls. We were no longer imagining singing on stage in front of thousands of people or being the next greatest athlete, we began imagining the very things God fights every day to protect us from.

The bigger your dream and the stronger your faith, the harder the enemy fights back. Don’t give up on your dreams. Be His child and take a leap of faith.

God instills a passion in us, a dream bigger than ourselves. He wants us to dream big, the bigger the better because that is less of us and more of Him.

Personally, I don’t have a clue what my dreams are anymore. I used to want to be the next Mia Hamm (pro soccer player). I spent most of my childhood and my teenage years with soccer. Live, eat and breathe it. It was my dream, it was my life. Then life happened, I got derailed, it shattered with one bad coach who really made me hate the game.I often wonder what would have happened had I stuck through the tough times. Because that’s what it takes to reach a dream, to love something so much you never give up.

I’m okay with it, but man I sure miss having a coach. That was a bond that can never be replaced. To have someone yell at you, push you, challenge you and laugh with you. Someone who believes in you so much that you can’t help, but believe in yourself.

What happened to our dreams? We can have more than one. We may give up on more than one, but if there is one thing I have learned, God can spark a passion inside your heart at any moment. He can give you new dreams, He can awaken the old ones. He can inspire you.

God really is like a coach I guess. I believe he has a sense of humor. I can’t really picture him yelling and throwing a clip board on the ground, but I can certainly imagine the stern look on His face. I can imagine him looking at us like we are insane after doing something incredibly risky, but kinda cool. We weren’t supposed to do it, but I can see him grabbing us in a hug and laughing saying “That was so awesome! You’re nuts!” I bet he has a deep bellowing laugh. Warm. The kind that makes you laugh along with it. Then after it’s over he gets that soft look on his face, the slight smile as he shakes his head and points back to the right direction, “Like alright, back to it, let’s do this.”

He’s our shoulder to cry on, our rock, He keeps us sane and steady and totally off our rockers sometimes because He likes to get that smile and stand below us while we stand on a branch, either stuck or scared. He calls to us, He asks us to jump and says He will catch us. Oh boy. Talk about a trust exercise. Funny how after we have panic attacks about jumping, He catches us with ease and as He sets us down in the grass, we realize the only thing that was hard about that jump was us psyching ourselves out, our own fear.

Yeah…definitely like a coach. Sometimes I’m laughing with him and sometimes I’m just a little bit afraid of what He might do next. It’s a scary thing haha.

We were fearless. We were dreamers that would jump out of plane into his arms at any moment. I’m not entirely sure how we lose it, not everyone does. I do look at kids differently now though. It’s like, “Ah…that’s how we’re supposed to be.”

Childlike faith. The laughter, the joy, the happiness, the goofy grins, the crazy imaginations, the ability to believe we could fly. That’s what we need back. I’m not sure we’re supposed to take life so seriously. We are called to dream, to love, to give, to inspire, to encourage.

If there’s one thing I know for sure, I don’t entirely know my dream anymore, but I feel on the verge of it. I do know I really want to encourage all of you to go for it. I’ll laugh with you, cry with you, I’m not much of a yeller, but hey if that’s what you want I can yell at you to get back to work. It doesn’t matter the position you’re in. You can shine. You can mentor others, you can lift them up and encourage them. We can stand together and dream together and thank God for all of it. It all goes to Him. We can inspire together for God, who really is the greatest coach to ever exist. It’s all because of Him.

It’s a beautiful thing.

Don’t be afraid to be a dreamer again. You might fail a lot, but don’t focus on that. Have fun with it. Quit taking life so seriously. We are on a journey to our real home. Think of it like a road trip. You’re going to have your annoying siblings heckling you, your parents angering you, embarrassing you. You might have a flat tire. You’ll stop to sight see. But keep going. You can enjoy the trip. Take your spouse, your best friend in life, your family, and live. Enjoy the trip.

God is better than your best coach, better than Siri, better than Google maps. He’ll get you there.

 

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