Holy Spirit challenged me to write down my dreams today.

All of them.

And I haven't been able to stop tears from forming in my eyes.

I feel pregnant with vision and purpose yet unsure of how it will all unfold.

I want more but I'm also scared. 

And frankly, I don't see how it'll be possible.

I almost wish He hadn't shown me anything because then I would have no expectations.

But I wrote them down anyway.

They look scarier on paper.

I immediately heard the the naysayers.

I wanted to cross everything out that I had written.

It is really easy for me to support the dreams of someone else.

I don't care how crazy it is, I will help you find a way to make it happen.

I'm used to serving the vision of others. And I think I'm good at it.

But not because I'm an awesome person.

But because it's easier to watch someone climb a mountain than it is to climb one yourself. 

There's no pretty ending to this post.

Just a girl wrestling with dreams.

Making moves with water in my eyes.