Dreams.  That little spark deep inside of you that you are scared to even admit to anyone is there.  If you knew that nothing was impossible for you, what is that great risk that you would take?  I’ve been a dreamer most of my life, but I’ve never been one to give a “voice” to my dreams.  I think that I felt like I was one whose dreams would never come true.  I had absolutely no reason to believe that.  I just have always felt average.  “Dreams don’t come true for average people” is the lie that I constantly have whispered to myself.  When I would see books on shelves, I just believed that these authors always knew that they had greatness within them.  When I sat in the audience and listened to speakers that awed and inspired me, I wished for just a itty bitty shred of that boldness within me.  I wondered what it must be like to be them.  How did they wake up and just give voice to those thoughts that tumbled around in their head and in their heart?  I think it is just now dawning on me that those dreams in me, the ones that I dared not speak aloud, that I honestly would not even let myself think about, were placed in me by the dream giver.  Maybe, just maybe, they aren’t dreams.  Maybe they are PURPOSE.  Maybe these “dreams” are what He put me on this earth to do to further his kingdom.  Is it possible, that I have spent my entire life believing a lie?  Ephesians 2:10 says “For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.”  A masterpiece.  That sounds anything but average to me.  How have I missed that all of these years?  He had a plan.  A purpose.  Specifically for me.  I’m starting to realize that He has been whispering His plan to me all these years, but I was too scared.  Too scared to allow Him to use me.  Too scared to allow Him to use my voice.  My hands.  Too scared that I would mess this whole thing up.  Quite honestly, now I’m too scared not to.  I don’t want to waste these precious days on earth. I don’t want to stand before my Father one day and say “oh… those dreams you gave me… You mean you actually wanted me to do something with them??  You mean, those weren’t just burning in my spirit to terrify me and make me feel like a failure before I even tried.”  What a sad reality that would be to stand before Him and see what could have been if I would have just taken a leap.  So what is my dream?  I want Him to use my words.  Phew, that was more terrifying to type than I care to even admit.  These words that tumble around in my head all night long… the ones that keep me awake almost nightly because I refuse to put pen to paper. Those words… I’m going to start letting them pour out of me and let Him use them as He will.  They might come out a rambling hot mess.  All the facts I’ve told myself of why I shouldn’t write still remain true.  I’m not a theologian.  I didn’t go to Seminary.  I don’t have  a bunch of initials after my name, so quite certainly I cannot be considered an expert in ANYTHING.  But I do love Jesus with every fiber of my being.  So I’m going to believe that’s enough.  That He can USE that.  Maybe that’s all it’s even supposed to be.  Me being willing to pour it all out there just for Him.  A burnt offering of me pouring out my fear and trusting Him to use it for His glory.  But what if He wants to do more with it?  I’m done believing the lie, now it’s time to leap.