I killed my own dream.
Laid it to rest over 2 years ago…
Listened to the lies. Listened to the opinions forced upon me. Listened to negative internal dialogue. Listened to fear. Listened to all the reasons why I shouldn’t, couldn’t and now rebelliously wouldn’t.
The thing about dreams is, they don’t disappear. They don’t curtsey at the door on their way out or say “My Pleasure” as they pull away down a winding gravel driveway into the Spring night air. No, they lurk. They haunt. They hang from the awnings of your covered front porch and they whisper light like the star-lit sky. They exhale hope. They scurry across floorboards as you occupy yourself with monotonous tasks, seeding your mind with creative genius. Dreams are never dead. You can kill them, but they never die.
So even though I put to rest a dream I held deep in my heart, this week the Lord said… There’s Resurrection in your DNA. So even though I quit on myself. Even though I boxed up a treasure to save for another lifetime… another season… God did not quit on me and He has not quit on you. Unbox the dream once again, dig up the grave – there’s resurrection in your DNA.