Friends, I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking about dreaming bigger dreams. A friend of mine sent me a poem in the mail, a prayer over the summer. I’ve kept, keep going back and rereading these lines. And it reads, “Disturb me, Lord, when I am too well, pleased with myself, when my dreams have come true, because I have dreamed too little.” So as I asked myself and wonder about these lines, what are my new dreams? Not the old, the vintage ones of yesteryear. What are the bashful whispers? The ones too big to say out loud. What if we whispered them with intuition? With heart, without knowing how? What if we speak it into the reality of the world as our prayer? We take it as a cue of the opening line of, “Disturb me Lord, when I am too well, pleased with myself, when my dreams have come true, because I have dreamed too little.” Friends, danger is calling, danger is for good. Speak those dreams, those whispers, and let’s begin to live into the questions of how might we bring bigger dreams to life?
Friends, this is good for us. You can do this. It’s worth it.