Heroes exist.



There are certain events that take place that can’t be summed up in human words or understood by human minds.

I think as I was growing up, they felt less common.

The world seemed a little brighter, a little happier and a little safer.

Maybe I was just younger then and a little more sheltered from the “bad news”.

Or maybe this world really is a little darker; a place where another terrorist attack seems like second nature.

As I heard more and more details about the Boston Marathon tragedy yesterday, I felt completely sick to my stomach, much like I felt on September 11th, the day of the Newtown Connecticut shooting or the recent mass stabbing that took place in Texas.

My twitter feed and Facebook timeline began to fill up with feelings of outrage and bitterness towards those who conducted such horrific actions and had the nerve to do something so tragic.

While I am not saying that my spirit did not feel some bitterness and disgust towards those who could ever carry out such intentional harm, I also knew that amongst the tragedy, there was good news.

As I watched more news coverage, I was reminded of something.

There is good in the world, too.

The minute that this event happened, police officers, firemen and army officials ran towards the explosion.

The residents of Boston filled the streets eager to assist all those who needed a helping hand.

The restaurants around the area were offering the runners free food, shelter and a place to charge their phones and call their loved ones.


Here is a link that displays so many acts of overwhelming kindness and selflessness.

The immediate response to those around this scene was not hesitation but rather, courage.

Other people’s lives were at stake and that became first priority.

While I feel like such events seem to mark our history more frequently and the value of life seems non-existent to some, I am reminded that to others, it means everything.

Evil has always existed and unfortunately, it always will.

Because we live in a fallen world where people misplace their identities and will do anything to receive the spotlight, there will continue to be tragedy.

However, there will also continue to be heroes.

My heart is still grieving thinking of those who were killed and their families who must move forward, as well as those who are suffering with injuries and wounds because of thoughtless individuals who had and have no concern for humanity.

My mind still does not understand the events that transpired yesterday. After all, I do not believe we are meant to understand such evil.

But I do know that I want my eyes to focus on the heroes rather than the villians.

I do know that in the midst of terror, we do not have to be afraid. We live in the world but we are not of it.

Evil exists, but so does good.

We can not let all our time and energy go towards thoughts of bitterness and confusion, but rather towards gratitude and appreciation for the ones who survived, the heroes who came to their rescue and the God who continues to provide another day for us all.

I will be on my knees praying for the victims of the Boston Marathon tragedy, but I will also be raising my hands in praise to a God who always overcomes evil with good.

In honor of those affected by the Boston Marathon events, I say we all run the great race of faith with greater endurance, zest and thankfulness than we ever have before.

To all those who had the courage to even partake in the race, you are our heroes.

To all those who were killed in this tragedy, you are our heroes.

To all the families who are suffering right now, you are our heroes.

To all those courageous individuals who ran towards the smoke and not away from it, you are our heroes.

To all those who lent a helping hand in any way, you are our heroes.

To the civilians and leaders of Boston, you are our heroes.

To those who continue this investigation and seek for justice, you are our heroes.

To those who will have to move forward in the race of life with the past reminders of this tangible race on your minds and hearts, you are our heroes. And we salute you. 

As the news coverage and stories continue, I hope we are all reminded that while tragedy, terror and villains exist, heroes do too.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.  Because of the joy awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne.” –Hebrews 12:1-2

“Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” –Romans 12:21 

“They are not of the world, even as I am not of it.” –John 17:16


Pray in the Pit.


This morning, I was reading the story of Daniel in the lion’s den.

It’s a popular story and one I think everyone has heard over and over again.

The authorities in Daniel’s region wanted to punish him, but after they reviewed his days and his actions, they had no evidence or grounds to make such a claim.

Stating, “We will never find any basis for charges against this man Daniel unless it has something to do with the law of his God.” –Daniel 6:5

The King knew that He would have to make a law that involved this God that Daniel worshipped so continually.

So, he created this law: Any person that was caught praying to anyone besides the King would be immediately thrown into the lion’s den.

Because the entire city knew that Daniel prayed three times a day, the officials knew that this would cause grounds for punishment for him.

When Daniel found out, what do you think he did?

Found a private spot and asked God for help?

Decided to stop praying in efforts to save his own life?


The first thing Daniel did when this law was published was he went to pray in the same spot as he always did.

I am not sure about you, but I know good and well that if Obama issued such a decree and I was under the microscope, I am not sure if this would be my immediate response.

I mean, if you are about to be brutally punished (lions tend to be aggressive…) for being faithful, then wouldn’t you stop being faithful so that you may avoid punishment?

But Daniel’s immediate response was prayer.

So he was thrown into the lion’s den.


I knew all of these parts of the story before, but studying it this morning, I started to wonder a little bit.

My conversation with God was more of a monologue, as I asked him a few things.

“God, so let me get this straight. One of your most faithful followers, Daniel, was told that he was going to be thrown into the lion’s den if he praised anyone but the King of his city.

Yet he still prayed to you, praised you and was faithful to only you! WHY did you allow Him to go into the den anyway? Doesn’t he deserve to not be punished but rather rewarded?”

In my own conversation, God quickly interrupted my thoughts and reminded me of an important but difficult truth:

Sometimes we are called to be faithful not so that we may avoid the lion’s den but rather so God can declare his faithfulness THROUGH the lion’s den.

If Daniel had not have ever had to enter the lion’s den, then the people of this city would not have known the true rescuing power of Jesus.

Daniel trusted God.

His response from the get-go was to stay faithful.

The very thing he was going to be punished for- prayer- was his exact response to the law- prayer.

You see, it is easy to be faithful in prayer and steadfast in trust when we avoid the lion’s den and are rescued before we actually witness the lion licking his mouth, hungry and ready.

But what about when we must enter the den anyway?

We must remember that sometimes we must enter the pits, the low points, the valleys or the lion’s den in order to be delivered and show of His faithfulness.

If you are feeling as though you are about to enter the lion’s den yourself, or maybe you feel in the heat of it, I challenge you to trust God.

Do not pray to be removed from the pit, but rather pray for greater trust through the pit.

“And when Daniel was lifted from the den, no wound was found on him, because he had trusted in his God.” –Daniel 6:23

Allow your faith to starve your fears.

Trust God in the lion’s den for it is THEN that others will see your faithfulness.

Not “feelin'” it? Seek His truth.



Woah, it’s been a while!

Sorry I was out of the loop for a bit; wedding season has me traveling more than Dora the Explorer.

In this time of traveling and reflecting, God has really been working in my heart about a number of things.

One in particular has been the importance of “feelings” versus “truth”. 

In our society, I think we are taught that they are one in the same.

If we feel rejected, then we were definitely rejected in a situation or by someone.

If we feel unloved, then someone has made us feel that way.

If we feel as though our lives and our days are without purpose, then we must exist for no reason and no one would notice our disappearance.


We are taught to be led by our emotion.

Guided by our strong, independent spirits.

But I am being reminded more and more that while our feelings are legitimate and they are real to us, they are often times not rooted in His truth.

I want to make a very clear distinction: Feelings are real to our hearts but they are not always true of our spirits.

In other words, you can FEEL as though you are unloved because a circumstance has made you feel that way, but that is not the TRUTH.

Because we are taught that they are one in the same, we accept our own feelings and others’ feelings as truth.

We give them value in our heads, therefore allowing them to determine our heart’s direction.

Now I am not saying that the feelings we feel are not real.

Nor am I saying that people do not make mistakes that put them in situations to cause feelings of rejection, insecurity, lonliness, etc. or that they are not put in situations beyond their control that lead them to have such feelings.

We are human.

We are weak.

We are flimsy.

We are unreliable.

We are fragile.

We are unstable.

We are FULL of emotions.

And that is okay!!!!!!

Wanna know why?

Because it always reminds of who determines our truth, who gives us our purpose and whose thoughts of us should be the only one that holds value in our lives: Jesus.

Think about a time when you felt pain; a time when you felt rejected or sad; maybe disappointed or lonely or just all together without purpose.

Were those feelings true?


You are never alone.  You are highly favored and deeply loved. Your purpose is to glorify Your maker. He will never reject you.

However, those feelings were real.

They hurt.

They kept you up at night.

They stung.

But what gave you renewed joy?

What reminded you that you should be full of gratitude every morning?

What filled your heart?


His truth pierces through our feelings and reminds us of our significance.

I am not sure what you might be going through or what you might be “feeling” tonight, but no matter what it is, I encourage you to seek His truth.

Remind yourself of the Maker’s plans for your life.

Make Him your focus and allow thankfulness to flow from your mouth.

You will be surprised how much better you sleep 🙂

So when you’re not “feelin” it, just remember that His truth determines your day.

Refrigerator Picasso.



I absolutely love this painting.

Everytime I look at it, I smile and think of it’s artist.

The paint is a little outside the lines (maybe more than a little) but personally, I think it looks better than if everything was painted in cookie-cutter format.

As cliché as it sounds, the imperfections of this painting, or what seem to be imperfections, are my absolute favorite part.

They are what give the painting its’ character.

Actually, when we were painting this, I helped my little artist, Ashton, paint a sun in the right hand corner.

So, I painted a nice little, circle-shaped sun with yellow rays and told Ash to just paint AROUND the sun or on the car so “the weather would stay warm” in his painting.

Naturally, he headed straight for the sun.

He dipped his tiny paintbrush in the bright yellow paint and got the biggest dallop known to man and plopped it on the sunshine.

He giggled, looked up at me (knowing I had just painted that) and said, “See, Cleere! Now it’s even brighter!”

Seriously, I could eat this child.

But truly, he made the picture even BETTER!

It was his thought process behind his colors and where he placed them.

It was his excitement, focus and joy as he painted.

It was his beaming face at the end when he could hardly stand it he was so excited!

I don’t think it’s a stretch of the imagination to say that this is exactly how God is with us.

Could he paint a more accurate, more legible, more understandable and graceful picture?


But he lets us use the paintbrush and give it a whirl instead.

He delights in our use of colors and our bright, eager imaginations.

He is thrilled at our joy as we paint what we know as a masterpiece on the canvas.

He constructed the lines, knowing that we might veer off course a bit, but that is okay.

Because in our imperfections lies our beauty.

God doesn’t so much care about the tangible painting afterwards, as he does the name on the bottom of the masterpiece.

He is a proud father who hangs each and every painting on his refrigerator, where He admires the work of His children.

I think, if He were sitting beside us (which He is) while painting, He would say “Go on! It looks PERFECT.

Keep painting.

Do not be afraid to travel outside of the lines.

I will wash your brush when it needs to be cleaned and provide new colors when necessary.

But for now- PAINT! My refrigerator is waiting for you.” 🙂

So, go on, Picasso! Give it a whirl.

“For the Lord, your God, is living among you. He is a mighty Savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With His love, He will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.” -Zephaniah 3:17

“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will succeed.” -Proverbs 16:3


ALIVE & Kickin’!



“After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb.

There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it.  His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.

The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified.  He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.’ Now I have told you.” – Matthew 28: 1-7

Can you imagine?

A whole city witnessed the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.

They watched as his body was tortured and as he was persecuted, as they weeped and their hearts broke.

It’s not like there was just one person who witnessed His death, so they couldn’t claim anyone as “crazy”.

Everyone KNEW.

Everyone knew that this was a divine miracle, one that they had no choice but to believe.

This God, the one true God, was bigger than any “thought process” the people could conceive. He made their thoughts, their hearts and everything about them and there was no way to deny such truth.

I mean, could you imagine being Mary or Mary Magdalene?

I would probably say, “Girl, did you pick up the mattress and everything? Or did we go to the wrong grave or something?”

But it says an angel came to them and told them, Do not be AFRAID!

Your Jesus? The one whom was crucified? The one whom was laying here as his persecutors laughed?

No, no He is not here any longer for He has RISEN!

The angel came to confirm to their spirits, “No, you are not crazy! Yes- Your King is alive!”

He instructed them to go tell the disciples for Jesus was already on His way to Galilee, on another journey. There was no time to waste.

It seems like every Easter, my mind comprehends this story differently and my heart seems in shock again.

Lord- HOW!?

Because He is God.

It is that simple.

God did not send Jesus to die so that we could all mourn His death and be terrified of those who stood against Him- no way!

God sent Jesus to die on the cross for us so that we may all see and know that He is God.

So that we may know that NOTHING is too big for Him.

No tomb will keep our King because He is ALIVE!

Jesus rose from the dead so that we may die to our flesh and truly, truly live.

I know that there are no words to say that will express the gratefulness and joy we should experience when hearing this news and being reminded of His incredible sacrifice.

But I do know that Easter should remind us of the God we serve 365 days a year.

One that is not overcome by death and whom is alive and kickin’ more than ever today.

He has RISEN!!!!!!!!

Happy Easter everyone! 🙂

Praying that we all remember that this life is all about serving the risen King.

TGIF -Thank God I’m Forgiven.



So cute, right?!

“This would be so cute to hang on my front door or place on my mantle!”

As I sat in my bed this morning and looked at a decorative cross hanging in my room, my eyes welled up with tears.

I started thinking about how so often we see the cross as a decoration and Jesus as a way of salvation rather than a way of life.

He becomes a commodity.

And we consume Him.

Being that it is Good Friday, I, in some way, was hit in the face with and forced to think about the crucifixion of Jesus.

I do not mean that I never think about the sacrifice Jesus made for me/us, but rather I think I often sugar-coat what actually happened.

How much pain He was in.

The fact that the nails pushed through actual flesh on his hands.

His blood was shed and there was much of it. It was real and it was the greatest pain felt that this world will ever see.

Because Good Friday is considered a “holiday”; some people are out of school and others are off work, it can be celebrated like any other holiday.

A day to sleep in, watch Live with Kelly and Michael (maybe I did this), and run some overdue errands.

However, today hit me like a ton of bricks.

I imagined my own father, the one I was blessed with and undeserving of to have on this Earth, getting up on a cross and performing the greatest act of love there is possible.

I couldn’t stop crying.


I no longer was imagining flowery, fun decorated crosses. I was seeing this.

I saw him walking up the long, barren mountain, stepping on sharp bristles while barefoot and carrying the harshly cut wooden cross on his back.

I imagined people yelling at Him, scorning Him, celebrating that he was going to be killed and him continuing to place one foot in front of the other.

I thought about each nail as it was hammered into his hands as he remained still, perfectly aware that this was His will according to His father.

For some reason, imagining it this way allowed my heart to begin to comprehend the love that Jesus displayed for us on the cross.

Although we will never comprehend such love or sacrifice, or pain for that matter, it is necessary that we try.

Jesus wore a crown of thorns so that we may soon wear a crown upon our heads.

He was bruised, beaten and persecuted so that we may experience freedom.

Because He did, we are.

Because of the cross- not the one hanging on your wall or your car mirror- but the cross that bore the body of the one who rescued us, we must remember that.

I do not mean to be all somber or depressing but rather realistic and aware.

His pain was great because His love is greater.

So today, on Good Friday, I say TGIF- Thank God, It’s Friday and Thank God I’m forgiven!

No, literally, thank You God that it is Friday because today is the day that you sent your son, Jesus, to save us all.

And because of that, I am forgiven.

An uncanny, undeniable, crazy, radical, passionate and unwavering sign of love is something that deserves our attention every day of the week.

Happy Good Friday, everyone!

I say the only appropriate response to such a day is to sit at His feet in awe and say TGIF! 🙂

“He is so rich in kindness and grace that he purchased our freedom with the blood of his Son and forgave our sins.” -Ephesians 1:7

Return the Shopping Cart.



Returning your shopping cart to the cart bin.

Not throwing your gum out the window.

Saying thank you when someone stays back one second longer to hold the door for you.

Actually throwing away your movie popcorn bucket instead of leaving it at your seat.

Not taking the Chilis honey mustard sauce home along with its’ container…(guilty).

All little things.

Most of which would never get you in any sort of real trouble.

There would be no warrant out for your arrest and you, most likely, aren’t the only one around doing it.

However, I have noticed lately that God seriously will NOT let me put my shopping cart just in the parking space beside me.

Ya know, you’re in a rush and it’s windy outside, so whomever fixes the shopping carts outside- they will fix it, right?  Dude, you aren’t getting paid to do that so why should you.

Because it’s Godly.

Now, Lord have mercy, do not interpret this as me saying that Christianity is a set of legal rules that includes all sorts of subjects to the rules of movie-going to the rules of shopping for groceries.

No. All I’m saying is that we should start listening to that still, small voice inside you say, “Put that back, it isn’t yours.”

Or, “return the shopping cart. It will only take ten more seconds.”

And I have noticed that when I really do listen to this voice, in the tiniest of ventures, it makes a very large difference.

Often times, in situations like this where there seems to be no “personal reward” attached, being faithful is not fueled by our desires by rather by our obedience.

When it comes to others- when we stay faithful in the small things, we are eventually trusted with the big.

When it comes to ourselves- when we stay faithful in the small things, we are much more likely to be able to be trusted with the big.

You may still not want to put the shopping cart sometimes but the difference is that you do.

It could be these very small things that are keeping you from receiving all the blessing God has to offer you!

I know that seems crazy, because they’re trivial and meaningless, right?

But story after story in the Bible, God asks and tests His people to see if they will be obedient in the little things first.

Because the reality is, every task will eventually become “small.”

So how we treat what we determine as small tasks will eventually be how we treat the big tasks.

Maybe this all means nothing to you and that’s completely okay.

However, I challenge you to make that extra step.

Whether it means putting up your shopping cart.

OR even better, seeing someone who reminds you of the old you put it in a parking space, and YOU be the person to correctly roll it on back to its’ home.

I would bet that these little, unimportant tasks will change how you handle the big ones in your life.

And eventually, doing what is right will seem, well, just how it’s supposed to go.

So, CHALLENGE of the day is to notice what small things you handle with less care and make a point to do them right/with patience/with concern/correctly.

And yes, I recently returned a honey mustard dipping container to Chili’s and the manager smiled and gave me two in return.

He will trust you with the big things, right? TOLD YA!

“Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much.” -Luke 16:10

Sugar-Free Jello.


Do you know someone in your life who, no matter what they are going through, they ask how YOU are?

Well, my grandfather, Pops (that’s what we call him), is one of those.

Honestly it is insane to me.

Pops had been in the hospital for a few weeks when I called him just to check and see how he was feeling.

He spoke slowly and quietly, as he told me that he was really sorry but his hearing aid wasn’t in today because he had all this “hospital mess” around, so it might be a little tough to hear what I was saying.

I tried to ask him all sorts of questions, hear about how he was feeling and whether he felt like he was gaining strength and of course, making sure he had told his friends at The Waffle House that he might not be there for a few mornings but he would return.

He laughed so hard that I thought about calling my dad to go check on him and make sure he didn’t fall out of the hospital bed from laughing so hard.

As I kept asking questions, Pops interrupted me and said, “Honey, my life is pretty boring. Tell me about your work and your living space in Texas. Are you going on fun adventures?”

I had never heard Pops say the word, “adventures”, but something in me makes me think that laying in a hospital room for a few days will start reminding you that life is short and we should go on adventures until we simply can’t anymore. 

I think Pops wanted to make sure that I was still living my life, despite the fact that he couldn’t go on adventures of his own.

After I finished telling him everything and updating him on my recent escapades, he made a comment that will forever stay with me.

“Just remember, that no matter where you are or how you are spending your time, I love you. And I think you are wonderful.”

With a lump in my throat the size of Jupiter, I truly had no words to say.

“Ya know, Pops, I hope I am blessed enough to be even just a little like you. I am going to come home soon and we can go to the K & W Cafeteria and get some green beans (you can get your sugar-free jello) since you’re a 70-year old stud these days.”

He is 85 but you wouldn’t know the difference.

My grandfather has taught me so many things as I have grown up. Much of which, I don’t think he even knows about.

He is a resilient man, whom I believe can truly beat the odds every time.

He always has the best questions and finds such joy in knowing how life is going for everyone else around him.

As I thought about him this morning, I am encouraged to be a little more selfless.

Even when my adventures aren’t panning out as I thought they would be or when life just seems to be hitting me hard, maybe it would be best to take that time to ask about other people’s adventures.

Share in their journeys and hear  about what God is doing in their life.

It’s often when life has kicked us to the ground a bit that others turn to us to see how we might respond.

I pray that I take on the attitude of my Pops.

I hope I laugh so hard in my hospital bed I almost fall off.

I hope I still ask questions about regular stuff instead of focusing on all that “medical mess”, as he phrased it.

I hope I can tell someone they are wonderful and they are loved and listen, I mean really listen, to all of their adventures.

Stories are extremely exciting when we are the characters, but sometimes, it’s just as exciting to hear about them as our eyes grow big in our hospital beds or our comfy couches at home.

Take the time to ask someone about their adventure today.

Make sure to tell them that you love them.

That they are wonderful.

And you might just feel like you’re in the story yourself 🙂

Trillion Second Handstand.





Kids are so smart.

No, seriously. Have you ever noticed how kids have the ability to say such simple things that speak to a much larger message?

Usually, they do not even realize what they’re saying or the magnitude of what they are teaching you, they just speak what’s on their mind.

Yesterday while babysitting, I was spotting a little girl in gymnastics, as our recent goal has been to stick her handstand for over five seconds.

She fell over and over and over again.

I could just feel her sadness as her face seemed covered in defeat.

“Lan, what’s wrong?”, I said.

She curled herself up into a little ball, sat in my lap and said, “Honestly, I just wish I could be perfect. Then life would be a LOT easier, I would never get my homework wrong and I could hold a handstand for a trillion seconds.”

(You know kids- they only count in increments of million, billion, trillion and infinity!)

I cupped her face in my hands, getting ready to say something to her when it suddenly crossed my mind that what she said was what many of us feel.

Wouldn’t it be easier if we were just perfect?

We would not ever fail.

And we could all hold handstands for a trillion seconds.

Truthfully though, she was just voicing what so many of us unconsciously pray for all the time.

Not sure of really what to say, feeling as though I was caught red-handed wishing for the same thing she was, I said, “BUT if you were perfect, would you need Jesus?”

Not uttering a word, she just shook her head back and forth, as if to say “no but still, that doesn’t change it.”

So I continued…”And if you were perfect, would you ever get to move onto the next level in gymnastics? Would you ever get to make new friends as you progressed from one grade to the next in school? Or what about girl scouts? You would have no way to earn badges!”

She started to fold out her legs and turn around so she could look at me.

So I kept going…

“I know what you mean. Sometimes, a lot of times actually, I wish I were perfect too. We all do. It would make life a lot easier, but that doesn’t mean it would make life a lot better. We all make mistakes, but those mistakes remind us that Jesus IS perfect and He lives inside of us.

And guess what? He can hold a handstand for an infinity times infinity times infinity amount of seconds. He MADE seconds. Cool, huh?”

I memorized the conversation because I played it over and over in my head again as the day went on.

I was humbly reminded that all too often, I pray to be perfect.

In other words, I pray to NOT need Jesus.

I pray to know everything so I won’t have to trust in the uncertain.

Or I pray to look a certain way so that I won’t have to rely on how Jesus sees me instead of how I view myself.

I pray to have a deep relationship with Jesus but to only have to trust Him in the shallowest of waters.

But, as my little girl taught me yesterday, being perfect would be boring.

It would allow for no girl scout patches.

We would be all we need.

And THAT requires no faith.

So, today, I am extremely grateful that I am far, far, FAR away from being perfect. Because in my imperfections, my Savior rescues me over and over and over again.

And a life with Him? It is far from boring.

If we know that Jesus is all that we need, let us pray that we are always reminded of the difference between our value without Him and our significance in Him.

It’s a trillion, billion, million times infinity true: His strength is made perfect in our weakness.

Praying for you guys!

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” -2 Corinthians 12:9

Synonym for Dreamer: Realist.



For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a dreamer.

Actually, if I really think long and hard about it, I don’t think I’ve ever been one to believe that what I see is exactly what the situation will be or that another solution is not possible.

When it comes to thinking about my future, my mind starts to go crazy and I get super excited!

Now, if my life were to be written out and exposed for everyone to see, including all the variables taken into account, where I am right now and where I am hoping to be, people would probably submit me to the looney bin.

I’m very serious.

I think they would officially think I’ve gone off my rocker.

But the thing about the future is, it is uncertain.

As far as where we might live, what we might be doing or how many kids we might have, those are factors we simply do not know yet.

However, I do know who controls my future.

His name is God.

He created the Heavens and the earth. He made each human being with a different fingerprint so that they may have a unique impression that only they can give on this world. He is sovereign.

So because He is who He is, I can be a dreamer and still be considered a realist.

Get where I am going with this?

I don’t mean living in fairytale land, avoiding reality and assuming that if I don’t pay my rent, the King of Kings will park himself outside of my leasing office and turn a check in Himself (that’s still on my prayer list).

I simply mean that if we were to only hope for the circumstances in which we already know exist  or if we let the limitations of this world determine our expectations in this life, well, what kind of faith is that?

Faith is a knowing that there is more than what meets the eye.

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” –Hebrews 11:1

Assurance, according to Webster’s Dictionary, is defined as confidence or certainty in one’s own abilities.

In other words, because we have faith in a God much bigger than anything in this world, we are confident in our abilities, WITH JESUS, that exceed the expectations of this world.

So, maybe it should be that a “dreamer” is actually a “realist”… How ya feel about that?

A field is not dirt, grass and dead weeds.

A field is a soon-to-be farm with fresh crops and sewn seeds.

Faith allows us to see a field for its’ potential, not its’ current state.

An unemployed single father is not a failure.

He is a soon-to-be employee who will provide for his kids because God provided for him.

 Because God said “It is finished”, we enter circumstances and situations with a vision in mind. A vision that pictures His favor and His blessing when we practice His obedience.

We do not see the dirt and the floorplan of the house, we see the finished product and we claim such because we are dreamers.

AKA realists.

AKA Christ-followers.

What kind of faith would require us to visualize a house when it is almost completed? Not much faith at all.

But when it is in ruins? Yes- THEN we must still believe in the things unseen.

Webster probably won’t back me on this one, but I would venture to say that a synonym for a dreamer is actually a realist. 

Because God is real, it makes more sense to believe in His greatness and our dreams than to put faith in what we see.

Think about it 🙂