The dreams of yesterday fade in the disappointment of reality today.
Yet in the wispy shadows of their slow departure, the horizon opens. Broad is the expanse, wide is the space. And I see new dreams dancing in the wake of those that flit away...
New dreams that skip to the beat of eternity, that pulse with sure destiny. Hope is their theme, and it is not a dim hope.
I gaze ahead into the wide open space, mesmerized by the bold movement of these vibrant visions and I know that shaking off the lingering traces of yesterday's mental merry-go-round is perhaps finally possible.
Wide, wide, wide is this looming horizon...
Catch me up, Spirit. Catch me up into the forward motion of what I see before me. Spin me and twirl me and pull me into the celebratory sound of eternal purpose. Immerse me in this pounding rhythm until all of yesterday that is mortal and unneccessary detaches itself and falls forgotten by the wayside.
Today I dream of stepping into the very middle of an untouched place,
of going with a handful of soul friends,
of submersing ourselves in the midst of the lost,
and establishing the Kindgom of Jesus.
And these dreams are dancing wildly, trampling on whatever pathetic, energy-less, half-dreams remained from whatever these last months have been.
- September 6, 2010 12:45am
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