Dreaming is so easy, but following through on something is the hardest part. I am such a dreamer. These dreams of mine are thought about so often that I bury them in my mind and lock them up so tight that I believe they can never be reality. I often defeat myself even before I start.
Taking the plunge and silencing those nasty fears and voices is an art. An art that I am attempting to get better at. Aren't we all? Perhaps it will always be a battle throughout life.
Seasons come and go throughout life. I am currently exiting a gloomy season of life. A season that was polluted with exhaustion, bitterness, pride, and negativity. Throughout this last month, God has spoken to me through new dreams, determination, and excitement. I'm at a crossroads that is so beautiful and full of life. This new-found zest for life and eagerness is easily beaten down, but for some reason I'm stronger lately. There is a delicate strength and vibe about me that feels real. So real that I want to bottle it up for those days that are a little more grey.
Grace is an intricate part of possessing this new strength. The fears that often suffocate and bury me are set free with the understanding of grace. I don't have to be perfect or accomplish perfection--such an elementary concept--but a major struggle of mine. Once I accepted the gift of grace (and continuously remind myself to accept it), a veil was removed from my view. My perspective shifted. I realized that I am enough and I have all I need to accomplish whatever is placed on my heart. Perfection is suffocating. I am breathing fresh air.
Perfection is always a battle that I will continue to fight, but for now I am going to celebrate. Celebrate the little victories along the way. The realization that I am part of God's awesome body with passions and talents that He is waiting for me to use to accomplish His dreams. What a journey.