Aren’t dreams a strange thing? Rooted in our hearts, created within our deepest being, influenced by inspiration and imagination. What does it mean to follow our dreams. To recognize their identity, and then chart a course to discovering them. Sometimes vague and unpredictable, other times specific and tangible. Often times unreachable, others unimaginable, but still there.
I often reflect on the dreams within my heart, the ones I’ve known since I was a little girl, others that have been birthed in womanhood. I find it is a dangerous and courageous thing to speak dreams, to hold onto hope that they might become more, to pursue the crazy vision of bringing something that only exists within the far reaching realm of your heart into the reality that is life.
Life; existence of continual change, growth; how do I bring my dreams to life, and are they truly mine? Etched within my being is the mark of my creator, He has made me creative as He is, and brings that out of me through gifts, persistence, knowing. The knowing that “This is who I was created to be.This is what I was created to do.”
This last year I have been pressed to search my heart, to call out the dreams, and to ask myself “Am I pursuing them.” It’s a scary and wonderful thing to pursue your dreams. It seems like a big step just to take them from you heart and speak them out into the atmosphere. To share them with another. Because you know, that once you say it you have recognized it’s existence and spoke it into being. What will become of my dreams?
Here is to adventuring forward to find our dreams.