Deep down, in the deepest parts, don’t we hope that life will turn out right, that we can still dream, and that God hasn’t forgotten about us?…Don’t we all hope for something better, even if we don’t show any signs of hope on the surface?
Why do we imagine, why do we create, and why do we dream if we are not desperately longing for something beyond ourselves?
What if we are asking too little of God? What if we are answering life’s complex questions with our own simple answers, mostly because we expect Him to remain silent?
What if we began to speak life into the darkness? What if we began to invite others to share their stories, to share their fears, to share their dreams, to share their doubts, and to share their hopes?
Have you failed at a dream that leaves you feeling inadequate and broken? What if you could accept that failure and forgive yourself? Wouldn’t you like to dream again? Dream something new? Wouldn’t you be relieved to know that you aren’t summed-up by your failures, by your inadequacies, and by your wasted yesterdays?