It's not always that we choose the dream, but that the dream chooses us. We are taught and told all our young lives to "dream big" and "reach for the stars." Okay. For how long? When do we get to a point when we realize, it's just not going to happen?
We never anticipate obstacles, and mountains beyond our ability to climb.
The solace some would say is in the effort, a pat on the back, "You gave it your best." When a dream gets lost, then what? My faith in Jesus Christ has taught me that we are not alone to ponder our own destiny. He has already established it before we were born.
Therefore, when I look back at the many years of hard work and struggle in the midst of insurmountable odds, one thing shines clear...whatever was lost gives way to something better.
Whatever energy that was spent, means new, and lean muscle for what the Lord had dreamed. With Him, we can never come away empty. This is faith beyond our feelings.
It's been almost nine years since I last posted to this blog. I actually almost forgot about it. I have shed a lot of tears, had many heartbreaks, had more down days than I can count. And yet, through it all, the grace of God loved me to never let go. I exchanged my plans for His.
I learned the things that are most important are not material. Love.God's love for us and the love we show to each other.
When you experience pain up close, you're coming out one of two ways. Bitter or better.
I am happy to say, I am the latter.
