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Dream. Just the word spurs our imagination. And while we’re at it, if we’re going to dream, why not do it in a big way? Isn’t that the purpose–to envision something extraordinary? I’ve always said: Goals are something I try to realistically shoot for with God’s help. Dreams, however, are something beyond the tangible, but completely possible with the One …
Dreams are the pieces of our soul, I think, that reflect our deepest yearnings. Sometimes, we speak words of affirmation to those yearnings and give wing to our secret desires. Other times, we ferret away vestiges of hope for fear of what folks may think. I’ll use writing as an example. As a little girl, I knew I wanted to …
Hello, all! This is an updated post, but one I think you’ll enjoy. Like other little girls, I often played “pretend.” I dreamed I was a princess, a Barbie, a mermaid, or a teacher. It changed from day-to-day. Between the ages of seven and eight, something else stirred within me. I realized I wanted to tell stories, too. I don’t know that I …
Why is it that as adults we tend to lose the miracle mindset of our youth? Remember the feeling? Remember that CAN DO attitude we had as rambunctious, invincible five-year-olds? Most of us at that age were convinced that we could do anything. Be anything. Have anything our little, precocious, pea-picking hearts desired. I’m not talking about a sense of …
Like other little girls, I often played “pretend.” I dreamed I was a princess, a Barbie, a mermaid, or a teacher. It changed from day-to-day. Between the ages of seven and eight, something else stirred within me. I realized I wanted to tell stories, too. I don’t know that I thought about it in terms of “writing.” I just thought it would be fun …
I’ve said it before: writing is a hard gig. If you write (and you are serious about it), I’m not telling you something you don’t already know. As we mature, we understand that the creative process is not for the fainthearted. We get that our journey isn’t the rose petaled path we initially envisioned. In fact, our pilgrimage to publication is often marked …
Do you ever wonder what causes us to keep going? To persevere? To march forward toward the light despite the dark shadows? Is it ambition? Courage? The prompting of the Holy Spirit? I believe we all possess “the stuff dreams are made of.” It’s not so much what we believe about ourselves as it is about God’s truth for our lives. …
We’ve all met them. Sometimes, they knock boldly on our doors. Other times, they slink quietly past our walls of resolve. They come unbidden. Least expected. By themselves or in pairs. They’re masters at disguise and manipulators of confidence. So skilled are they at what they do, even they don’t see themselves as they truly are; they’re knowledgeable, but not aware. …
Because we tend to think in the finite, we often sell ourselves short. It’s safer inside the box. It’s comfortable there. We learn what to expect; we know the well-worn path from A to Z because we’ve traveled it so many times. It’s fun to watch children navigate life because life in a box hasn’t found them yet. They may …
Many years ago, there used to be a commercial with a famous tagline. It was “Calgon, take me away!” I think it always centered around a woman soaking in a soothing bubble bath surrounded by a sea of–what else–bubbles! For a long time, I’d hear people actually quoting that commercial at the end of a particularly stressful day. It was a …
