A dream lying dormant in the crevices of our soul. Hiding deep down. Colorful. Wild. Free. One that causes your voice to whisper as the thought moves to the edge of your lips. Absurd. Unattainable. Beyond reach.
What if the dream is His, planted as a seed in the soil of your heart, just waiting to burst forth from that furrowed ground? Waiting for His breath to summon the bloom.
I'm convinced He does this with His own. His Spirit gives seeds of vision to be watered over time until that day when He opens the door wide and tenderly waits for us to step over the threshold. One shaky foot in front of the other.
Hang on, my friend. He completes all that He begins.
Bringing it home...
Do you have a deep down dream?
What thoughts does its "coming to life" evoke in your spirit?