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.
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.
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