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.