A dream is not simply an idea to entertain a life gone bored. Rather, it is a reality waiting to ignite a world gone dark.

Fear is often bred of an imagination that couldn’t let something be what it actually was.

An idea without sacrifice, regardless of grand it might be, will never be anything more than an idea.

I often wonder if my imagination is one of God’s choicest gifts bestowed upon me to deliberately break me free from the frequent doldrums of my humanity.

If I could understand that every ‘reality’ was once a ‘wish’, and that it moved from the latter to the former because someone was committed enough to make it so, I’d be the person that I want verses the person I’ve become.

I came to the end of myself fighting to birth the beginning of a dream. But what really brought me to the end of myself was that I was foolish enough to fight for a dream without including the God that had given it to me.

We all have a dream for what this life could be like. Christmas is God handing us everything that we need to make that dream a reality. The issue is, are we willing to take up ‘everything’ or let our dreams fall to ‘nothing.

We all have a dream for what this life could be like. Christmas is God handing us everything that we need to make that dream a reality. The issue is, are we willing to take up that ‘everything’ or let our dreams fall to ‘nothing.

Quite often ‘wishing upon a star’ is a response to a dream that I’ve surrendered to a wish because it was bigger than me, instead of being a dream that has surrender to my wishes because God was bigger than it.