Have you ever felt that your dreams, aspirations, and goals were too big for you to accomplish? That hidden in you are heartstring pulls that seem so overwhelmingly unreachable that you just wish to crawl into your proverbial shell and never face the world? Why must you want so much? And when I say wanting much, I’m not describing the wish for more money, a new car, or the latest-and-the-greatest but the soul cravings, the yearnings that can’t quite be articulated. You fear the mute to be given volume because that may interrupt the comfort of your life now and throw you into a journey.
And you just don’t know if you can handle the journey.
I feel too small, too uncertain, too inadequate to accomplish the swirls of hopes that I don’t even want to whisper to myself. And hopes that I certainly don’t want you to know. Because, then, not only will I know when I fail, but you will also witness my demise.
There is a record in my head that refuses to believe like Disney, a tape that refuses to trust in the magic of fairy tales, have faith in the goodness of the universe, in the possibility of the impossible, and in the infinite care of a Creator who made me to impact meaning. A Creator that I have always believed to be loving, knowing, and has my best interest in mind.
But do I really live that out in my daily life? If He, or It, or She is who I think of God to be, then why do I place limits on my life? When I fail? When. So finite. I don’t want to believe that. Somewhere, I know that I don’t. I can’t accept failure as truth. I won’t. Because I wasn’t created to fail. Neither were you.
And as that one voice fights to discourage, The Dreamer, The Encourager, The Knower of all things beautiful quietly, firmly encourages, “But, why not? You were made for Greatness.” I heard this statement yesterday:
Some of you have not yet become comfortable with the greatness that God is calling you to.
Yes. That’s exactly where I am. I would mostly rather someone else be great because I’m faltering. I’m scared. Insecure and flawed.
And maybe that is the best place to be.
Everything in this life that is worth something requires hard work. Natural talent is born within, but only with cultivation does that talent grow into greatness, and greatness demands discipline and commitment. Greatness expects you to face fears and inadequacies with tenacity and vivaciousness. Greatness demands belief, unwavering focus, and conscious choice. A belief that you are absolutely valuable as a human being, valued, loved, and accepted. A belief that you deserve to live fulfilled, a life of meaning and purpose. A belief that you are not alone.
Greatness demands a focus that can’t be shaken by change, uncertainties, by perceived failures because you know that the story is NOT yet over. This moment and this space may be unpleasant and terrifying, but the snapshot is creating the life that you were always intended to live, that’s if you so choose. No one forces you into personal growth and following your passion. It’s mostly easier to stay with the predictably predictable, but easy doesn’t create change. And the world needs change.
Make a conscious choice; positive over negative, kindness over indifference, trust over fear. Know that if Someone gave you the heartstring pulls, that same Someone will show you, guide you, and help you.
Writing is cathartic. And I think that I must take my own advice.
It’s ironic that whenever I need something, something appears in my life. I’m constantly inspired, knowing that others have achieved more outrageous impossibilities than the dreams I have currently buried in my heart.
Curious. Bubbly. Creative. Curating a life I don't need an escape from and inspiring you to do the same.