the quiet death of dreams

what happens when, by following Christ, it becomes necessary for our dreams to die? for the most part, many people are perfectly happy giving their time and money. these things are or can be, inconsequential. money can always be made and time can be found, and they can be easily faked. so we commit our time and money. but when it comes to dreams...

the commitment of our dreams to the will and hope of Christ will cause us to hesitate. to balk at walking the path that He's laid out before us, because it is not the path that we would have chosen to walk ourselves.

dreams are powerful, motivating and intrinsic to the concept of identity. The loss of dream is the loss of person, of self. The loss of identity.

which is why it scares me so.

and yet i cast off the old dream, like a man stepping into a sauna sheds his heavy coat. he has no need of it. i immerse myself in the dream that was given, i cling to the hope that was born and died for me. and yet i still am afraid.

the fear holds me, this fear of failure. it grips my broken heart. so my dream is unborn, untested and untried. because i am afraid.

this is not the legacy i want to leave my children, my wife. that their father/husband was afraid.

so i beg you, Father. not for my sake, but for my family. bless me. help me overcome my fear. give me the courage to walk the path set before me.