I have always felt that I was born to be a dreamer. I spent most of my time as a child writing and dreaming about my future. I often dreamt about who I would become or changing the world at a young age. Although “what I wanted to be when I grew up” changed quite a bit; the one thing I knew for sure was that I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to do things at a young age because age shouldn’t define me. These were my anchors as a child. I wrote about them. Dreamed about them. Daydreamed about them. Prayed about them. And cried over these anchors, that glued my heart to cling to the belief that one day I would fulfill this passion I had inside of me. I really did not know what that passion was, YET.
But I was hooked. I was dreaming all the time.
When I was 14 at a small youth group a man prayed over me and I got a picture in my heart of what God called me to do. I quite quickly gained a heart for teen mothers. So much so I have journals filled with pictures and drawings. I talked about having a non-profit for teen mom’s all the time. My parents just encouraged me to keep dreaming. I made up a vision collage of my dreams for the children and teen mothers (it’s till hanging on my wall). This dream and passion consumed me in the best possible way.
If my parents didn’t encourage me to act upon my dreams, I would have become content with just writing about this dream and never daring to step out in faith and launch it. I would just pray for a long-long-long time and hope that maybe one day I would have everything I needed to start it without stepping out in faith and trusting God to meet me. Its way easier to dream and dream some more; but it is a whole different idea to step out of the box and trust that the dream won’t always be a dream- it was meant to be birthed.
There is something sacred about the celebration of a new life entering this world. It’s as if the room builds with anticipation to hear that baby cry and take its first breath outside of the womb. Nine months of intense development and intricate design go into creating a new life. Once that baby is born a whole new adventure begins for parents-Its sacred and hard and beautiful all at same time.
I think of dreams in the same way. They are not meant to stay dreams. They are meant to be birthed. I dare to say that we all have dreams. We are all dreamers. The greater question would be, are any of us actually in labor? You know who you are- maybe your notebook(s) are full of vision and dreams and plans. What are we doing? Will our God given dreams ever breathe life into those around us? People need your music, writing, accounting abilities, dance, science, and technology. Whatever you are passionate about- don’t just let your dreams fall by the wayside. Bring them into action. Do something. Trust that God will meet you on the water and you will not sink. He will never fail you.
“What about you and your non-profit for teen moms?” Glad you brought that back up, It’s happening. The name of my non-profit is Hannah’s Hope. I have wrestled for years about when I should begin the process of starting a non-profit. Do I really have what it takes? Am I making the right decision? What about finances and raising money? Volunteers? Am I old enough- will people listen to me?
I have a lot of questions but I have also learned to have a lot of faith too. I could wrestle about this forever but for me if I truly trust him, I will walk on water and I will not sink.
So that means the process for beginning my own non-profit has begun. If you want to learn more about it or give towards the filing cost with the state of Texas and IRS let me know. We are all in this together.
I believe our generation has the power to change things-to shake things up.
So lets dream. Step-Out. & Trust Jesus as we walk with him through every mountain top, valley, victory, and storm.
Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deut. 31:6