Do you ever feel like your dream is too big?
When it comes to mine, I’m either hot or cold. There seems no room for middle ground.
Just today, for example, I watched as a dozen different seeds fell into my hands. The uplifting, unexpected, get-me-excited-about-doing-this-thing kind. But now at day’s end, I’m tired. And my to-do list is longer, not shorter. I’m encouraged, yes. But I’m weary. And in the quiet of this house while my babies all sleep, I sit still and secretly doubt that I can do any of this.
I look at those seeds of potential in my hand and think, What a waste.
Does any of this ring true for you?
Friends, I’ll be honest. I think that voice of doubt is from the Liar. You know, the one who spends his existence trying to destroy ours.
I’m not one who talks much about spiritual attacks in my everyday; for me, those oft-used terms lost their punch in my youth. But there is no ounce of truth in the voice that tells me my dream is a waste of time. That my passion is pointless. That my carefully chosen gifts will ultimately amount to a pile of good intention and not much else.
That is not the voice of the One who created me. Those are not the words of the One who gave me my dreams and instilled a passion so deeply with me that I can’t shake it, even on my coldest days.
The One who gifted me did not do it in vain, nor did he do it without a purpose. The same is true for you.
Yes, my dream is too big. But it is only too big for me alone, not for the One who gave it to me. And not for the beautiful band of fellow misfits who support me, who support you.
It is not to big for us. We can do this, together.
When I walk through the doors of that lovely hotel in October, I will breathe in deep. (And not just because therein lies my first kid-free sleep in over three years. Can I get an amen?) In that room filled with fellow dreamers and doers, my heart will be full because we will lift each other up and celebrate these big dreams. We will tell each other the truth: This message we’ve been given matters, and it is good, good news.
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Are you girls getting excited about Influence?
It is possible the grin will be glued to my face for three straight days.
(Do not be alarmed.)