49ers and 50 Footers

For a long time now I've been growing older, everyday of my life actually. And as I get older, I realize that I don't actually feel my age. I've felt 18 for the past three years (well almost three). When people ask how old I am I look back at them and say "I'm 20" and can hardly believe my speech. As I approach 21, I realize I am no where close to where I thought I'd be at this age. Though 21 is still quite young, I'm becoming more and more aware of the passings of time. Precious time. This realization lead me to reflecting on my life while looking through old pictures, earlier today. I'm quite pleased with life thus far but also looking forward to my newly found dreams. As I reminisced, I came across this photo:

This is a photo of my mom jumping off a 50 foot cliff at the age of 49. She's awesome. I wasn't going to jump off this cliff but when she did, I thought, "this will look really bad if my 49 year old mother jumps off and I don't…" So I held my breath and jumped. Seconds later, I thought I broke my legs, but it was worth it. Anyway, I saw this photo and at first glance I thought, 

"That was a fun trip. What a dream." 

Then I heard a voice say, "She has dreams just like you, Micah."

My mom has always wanted to go to Hawaii, and she finally got to go… God really does care about our dreams. And when I realized this (for the millionth time because I keep forgetting) I wanted to cry. Not out of sadness or guilt, but because I got to see my mom fulfill one of her dreams. I'm sure I've seen it before but this one, we shared. Cliff jumping, island exploring, mountain climbing, waterfall swimming… Nothing but pure, blissful dreams coming true and turning into memories that we get to share forever.

Love you mom. 

Learning to Dream

This heart of mine is a weary mess of love and feelings and hurts and pains… Sometimes pains so deep they can only be thought of, not felt. But it is also a mess of joy and laughter and thoughts that soar through the oblivion of my imagination. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. The kind of thinking that is a tangled, jumbled mess in your brain. The kind that you can't pinpoint exactly where it is coming from.
As of late I have been feeling this ache, this burning sensation deep within my soul. An anxious desire to go, be, do, live… I could not put a name on these feelings and thoughts because I had let myself forget them and at last, I have discovered, I have pinpointed, what it is I have been experiencing. Dreams. I remember sitting in a local coffee shop with a friend a few months ago and literally asking her, "What are dreams?". I could not, for the life of me, think of one dream I had, so she prayed with me for God to awaken the dreams within my heart and at last, they are bubbling to the surface.
Dreams. Burning, raging, wild, bold dreams, coming to vibrant and colorful life in my heart, bursting forth from my soul and into my mind. At last I am learning, once again, what it means to dream. Some are silly desires of my girlish heart and some are like mountains that seem only achievable with Devine help… But still, they are dreams, and they are wonderful. Blissful. Breathtaking. Bright. Brave. Beautiful. Dreams. And I'm ready to live them.