If I fashion a box for my dreams and then carefully pack them away in that box, I no longer have dreams.

Is something really ‘too late,’ or is that the excuse I use because I’m ‘too afraid?

Tomorrow’s successes are evidence of yesterday’s dreams that have been wrestled alive by today’s sacrifices.

It is not a matter of the size of the mountains that stand before us. For although the size of our faith might ‘pale’ in comparison, the size of our God handily ‘impales’ all comparisons.

Someone once said that we should ‘shoot for the moon’. I would whole-heartedly concur for this simple reason; once we get to the moon we are now in a position to ‘shoot for the stars’.

No, I don’t want to live a fairy-tale life fashioned of pixie-dust and enchanted forests. I would much rather forge a life out of the dust and grime of this soiled existence, for to fashion a life out of materials such as these is truly magic.

Dream extravagantly, for God has imbued us with ample imagination to dream out to and across the very periphery of the impossible.

If left to my own simplistic devices and the sorely scant limits of my abilities, would I not die a death of the blandest sort imaginable? And should I not thank God that He graciously gifted me with an imagination that renders such a death entirely unimaginable?

In many instances, the failures of my greatest schemes ultimately lead to the fulfillment of my greatest successes. Therefore, God will allow our most cherished dreams to perish so that we might turn and seek out His most cherished plans.