Bold enough to be first. Brave enough to go where no one had gone before. Strong enough to press on when everyone else runs in retreat.
…That says hero to me, that inspires me. That is the route of chasing my dreams into reality. But what would happen if I did it, what if I lived my life with heroic proportions? What if I dared to go where I know life is desperate to be awakened? What if I chased him and what I know to be so real with a desperate love nothing could deterrer? What if I truly knew what I was capable of, and then had the courage to act on it?
“What if’s” only matter if they push you to become brave enough to make them reality, otherwise they will always make you feel alive, but you’ll never really live there. It’ll be a beautiful dream, but are you willing to risk, to take a jump, and make it real?
This is where my heart lives. When I push the world I see away, I see this….
I see the world of my heart, I see what I know to be true, I see what’s more real, and more alive, and I love it. Honestly, part of me just loves the dream of it, I’m afraid that it won’t be what I imagine. But to fear inadequacy like that, is to put faith in the inferior realm, and therefore to defy what I know to be real.
I have two choices, I can live afraid and keep it a dream, or…
I can live in faith and make it reality.
You see, My God is capable of insanely ridiculously, huge things that defy every bit of reason, so to live in a dream would be to not realize who I am in love with and how desperately he loves me.
It starts in the heart, but it moves with the power of freewill. I must decide this is what I want, passion without willpower to move is simply an excited heart chained to the earth. It’s a choice that’s mine to make, he gave me the decision, and the ability to make it. He gave me freewill so I could co-labor with him, so I could dream with him, so I could recklessly love him. He cares what I think!
It’s all pretty insanely cool to me. He gave me a chance to stand at the brink of living in all I dream, and in essence asked me, Do you want this?
God knows all. He knows what I want. Of course I want it. But he asks, so I could have to chance to see me. To see who he sees. To see what he made me capable of. Because my answer of yes, doesn’t just mean, Okay God, you can give it to me. It means, Okay God I finally see the hero you made in me, I finally see that you made me strong enough to move. I finally see that I was made to be in love with you, and that its safe to dream in you. My yes, is an expression of identity, an act of complete trust, and a move made with desperate love.
God could drop dreams into our lap, but then we would miss the beautiful picture of becoming who we are in him while finding them. We find the identity of him he wrote in us, we become the desperate lovers of the bridegroom, heroes called to rise and we realize we are radically beautiful.
He gives us freewill to chase the dreams he inspires because he knows what we really achieve when we finally make the choice to say……..
YES.
Breann Mihaila 