I used to dream.
I used to aspire to be someone more than who I was. There was this thing inside me that told me that nothing was impossible and that I could actually change the world.
I used to have a dream.
Sixteen years ago I knew what that dream was. Sixteen years ago I knew what I wanted to become. I could close my eyes and see what I would be doing when I was 32. I could see my wife and kids. I could see my career. I could see.
I had a dream.
Sixteen years ago I saw the path in front of me. I knew that God had a plan for my life and I couldn't WAIT to see it play out. I waited with great anticipation of what was going to happen. I knew I was going to be a pastor or a worship leader or a musician or an audio engineer or a music producer or some weird mix of all of the above. I could see it in my dreams. I couldn't wait for this dream life to become my reality.
I used to dream.
I entered college and I kept pursuing. I kept dreaming. I ran after this goal with all of my life.
I used to have a dream.
I started to see it happening. The dream was coming to life. Music, God, Pastoring... the whole thing was in ignition sequence and I was in the infancy stages of my biggest dream. I finished my two years of community college and the dream was there. It was somewhere. I am pretty sure I knew what it was. I have a car now.
I had a dream.
Year three. Year four. I can't finish college. It costs too much. I owe too much. I can't make enough. I need to get a job that pays well. I need another car. I want another car.
I used to dream.
I got married. I bought a house. I need to fill my house. I need another car. This job sucks. I can't sleep. I hate working. I don't make enough and have a lot of debt. I need a better job.
I had a dream.
I need God. Where did He go? I found a good church home. They love me. They believe in me. I had a daughter. Where did she go? Oh, she didn't make it and now she is with Jesus. I can't wait to see her. I am playing drums again. I sometimes lead worship. These people sure do love me. God loves me. I am so thankful to have such a great community here at this church. I have another home. I need another car. A big HDTV would be nice. Maybe those homeless people could use some of my money. God's money.
I used to dream.
Work still sucks. My wife is pregnant. I have a little boy! I didn't know I could love like this. God loves me more than this? I sponsor a boy in Ecuador. The leaders at my church want me to serve more. They want me to lead more. Ok. I love serving these people. I want to do this more. I feel alive. Why does it hurt so much to see the homeless, impoverished and destitute? I have to help. I wanna help.
I used to have a dream.
God wants us to move to Austin. What? Chicago is fine. I am interviewing in Austin. I gotta get out of this company. I hate traveling so much. My wife wants to be a full time mommy. How is this going to work out? I lost my job. Time to go to Austin. No more excuses. I started blogging.
I had a dream.
We found a good church home in Austin. These people love me, my wife and my son. I had a dream the other night. It's been a while. I want to be a pastor or a writer or a musician or someone impactful for God or... I don't want to be who I have become! Sixteen years ago I had a dream of who I would become and I am not him. I am not who I want to be. I am reengaging my dream. I have to. I will become who I dreamt about. I want to dream a big dream. I want to become more than who I am. I want to close my eyes and see what I will be doing when I am 48. I know that God has a plan for my life and I can't WAIT to see it play out. I can see.
I have a dream... again.
I used to aspire to be someone more than who I was. There was this thing inside me that told me that nothing was impossible and that I could actually change the world.
I used to have a dream.
Sixteen years ago I knew what that dream was. Sixteen years ago I knew what I wanted to become. I could close my eyes and see what I would be doing when I was 32. I could see my wife and kids. I could see my career. I could see.
I had a dream.
Sixteen years ago I saw the path in front of me. I knew that God had a plan for my life and I couldn't WAIT to see it play out. I waited with great anticipation of what was going to happen. I knew I was going to be a pastor or a worship leader or a musician or an audio engineer or a music producer or some weird mix of all of the above. I could see it in my dreams. I couldn't wait for this dream life to become my reality.
I used to dream.
I entered college and I kept pursuing. I kept dreaming. I ran after this goal with all of my life.
I used to have a dream.
I started to see it happening. The dream was coming to life. Music, God, Pastoring... the whole thing was in ignition sequence and I was in the infancy stages of my biggest dream. I finished my two years of community college and the dream was there. It was somewhere. I am pretty sure I knew what it was. I have a car now.
I had a dream.
Year three. Year four. I can't finish college. It costs too much. I owe too much. I can't make enough. I need to get a job that pays well. I need another car. I want another car.
I used to dream.
I got married. I bought a house. I need to fill my house. I need another car. This job sucks. I can't sleep. I hate working. I don't make enough and have a lot of debt. I need a better job.
I had a dream.
I need God. Where did He go? I found a good church home. They love me. They believe in me. I had a daughter. Where did she go? Oh, she didn't make it and now she is with Jesus. I can't wait to see her. I am playing drums again. I sometimes lead worship. These people sure do love me. God loves me. I am so thankful to have such a great community here at this church. I have another home. I need another car. A big HDTV would be nice. Maybe those homeless people could use some of my money. God's money.
I used to dream.
Work still sucks. My wife is pregnant. I have a little boy! I didn't know I could love like this. God loves me more than this? I sponsor a boy in Ecuador. The leaders at my church want me to serve more. They want me to lead more. Ok. I love serving these people. I want to do this more. I feel alive. Why does it hurt so much to see the homeless, impoverished and destitute? I have to help. I wanna help.
I used to have a dream.
God wants us to move to Austin. What? Chicago is fine. I am interviewing in Austin. I gotta get out of this company. I hate traveling so much. My wife wants to be a full time mommy. How is this going to work out? I lost my job. Time to go to Austin. No more excuses. I started blogging.
I had a dream.
We found a good church home in Austin. These people love me, my wife and my son. I had a dream the other night. It's been a while. I want to be a pastor or a writer or a musician or someone impactful for God or... I don't want to be who I have become! Sixteen years ago I had a dream of who I would become and I am not him. I am not who I want to be. I am reengaging my dream. I have to. I will become who I dreamt about. I want to dream a big dream. I want to become more than who I am. I want to close my eyes and see what I will be doing when I am 48. I know that God has a plan for my life and I can't WAIT to see it play out. I can see.
I have a dream... again.
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