Dare To Dream.

 Have you ever heard the sound of an airplane and immediately you look up, just to get a glimpse of it? The squint of your eyes roams the sky, to see it as it goes by.

Since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of traveling. There has always been a hunger... a longing.. to be sitting inside an airplane and look out the window. To see the clouds floating by. The beauty of the sunshine. The peace and tranquility of having your dream come true.

Today, I am older.

 Today, I am wiser. 

Today, I continue, to dare to dream.

Though what I long for, has not been manifested in the natural. In the supernatural, I go to places beyond my wildest imagination. I taste and see that the Lord is good. I memorize every facet of the desires of my heart. Because I know, that it is coming. 

My focus is not on what is unattainable or what, perhaps might be impossible. But rather, I look to the one who holds the key to open every locked door. I look to the one, who makes the impossible, possible. The Way Maker. The Miracle Worker. The Promise Keeper.

Better days are COMING. 

My fruit trees are bearing.

My rocket is about to be launched.

My chariot is being prepared.

The one who holds tomorrow in the palm of HIS hands, is opening doors and windows of opportunities, to take me where I need to go. 

I am not FORGOTTEN.


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