As a young boy, nearly every night I would turn the lights on in my backyard, grab my sun-ridden basketball and shoot hoops until I was forced to come inside. No one was around, but never was I alone. It was my time to dream. I dreamed of being a star, becoming a professional, playing under the lights, camera's. I was convinced I could achieve what was unattainable, I would be the impossible.
I grew older and basketball became less important. My dreams had unconsciously shifted, I began to see what made me come alive, what made feel like I fit in my own skin. I dreamed of stages, bands, thousands on thousands, students, adults, children. I saw miracles, worship, healings, I saw myself leading masses into His presence across the world. Coming into reality, I allowed my dreams to becoming fleeting thoughts as I had never seen anything modeled to what I knew was in me, crying to get out.
I was introduced to a man who would soon become a dear friend. A man who was living my dream. A man who knew the throne room, and escorted thousands to its door. And my dreams became more alive than ever, this man showed me how to dream even bigger.
It has been a number of years since imagination realized its trueness, and yet nothing has changed. Conversations rise to weighted arguments with Him as to why I see some of my closest friends living out my dreams. Overwhelmed with thankfulness of how He has changed their lives, but I still wonder,
Why not me?
And He responds, what about you? What if you never see another miracle? What if you never see another life transformed? What if you never feel my presence again? What if you never see your dreams realized? Are you following if... Are you following even if...
Even if I never see the masses come to Him, even if I never travel the world and speak to nations, even if He forever is a discipline, even if it's hard, even if I never see my dreams...
Even if...
I will follow.
