It’s Time To Dream Again

I feel like I’m reposting this, but I’m sure others can relate. The irony is this time last year I was battling depression and anxiety attacks, and now that I’m better I’m battling laziness, complacency, and flesh. I’m sure you have noticed that I’ve missed more blogs than I intended. One day a blog slipped by me, and then the next day the same thing happened. This is from the same writer who had pages and pages of content early on. Then couch time happened. Netflix and Lifetime happened, and my writing time became couch time. I hear people use the word greatness regularly as if that’s the expectation for all of us, but is it? Are we serious about greatness? I had such high hopes the first three months of the year, even after I hit adversity with my son. I was still convinced that God meant to take me somewhere with this daily blogging. A few opportunities opened up for me and confirmed that I was on the right track. After the initial excitement, a sense of being overwhelmed settled in and even a little of anxiety stemming from questioning myself and my qualifications. This seems to be a pattern in my life. First comes the desire to do well, then comes the anxiety of actually doing well. Somewhere between the anxiety and finishing the journey to greatness comes complacency. “Oh, I’ll just be happy with where I am. I don’t really need to strive to do more or be more.” And with those words come the nails that close the coffin on greatness. You may have read my blog about the Great Cloud of Witnesses, and one of the things I wrote the day of the second homegoing service was a question. How many books are in the grave? How many songs are in the grave? How many dreams have been buried never to be resurrected? Too many to count. Right here today I see books in me, along with other dreams. Yet here I sit convincing myself that I’m good where I am. I know I can do it because I’ve done it before. For anyone who is reading this and is afraid of failure, I encourage you to let that fear go. Instead of asking what happens if I fail, let’s ask ourselves what happens if we succeed. Even if our dreams fall flat, it is the falling flat that teaches us the lessons to get to where we want to go and to succeed. No matter what has been holding us back let’s rekindle those dreams and run towards them rather than sit on them, and by any means necessary let’s not allow our dreams to be buried with us.