Daring dreams are just squashed into silence.
Because I’m tired, or sick, or just in a “woe is me, nothing’s going my way,” funk,
Daring dreams are strangled and sent packing.
Daring dreams simply shrink away in sorrow.
Today was one of those days.
Devastating, heartbreaking, life-changing news about people who we dearly love shoved daring dreams to a cold, lifeless back burner.
Daring dreams had no place in today.
Today was a day for shedding tears.
Today was a day for planning interventions.
Today was a day for knee bending, soul shaking, “Please hear me, God!” praying.
Daring dreams must wait for another day…
This is the stuff of eternity.