Forgotten

I was driving a van full of youth to a conference in Hershey, Pennsylvania, when God met me and spoke to me.  He said, “Matthew, you used to dream so big.  What happened?”

It caught me by surprise, and really, I had never given it any thought before.  What about my dreams?  What’s so important about them?  They were silly, far-fetched, and were never going to happen anyway.  After all, they were just dreams, and dreams aren’t supposed to come true, except in fairy tales.

Perhaps worse than the fall of man is that we’ve forgotten what we had.  We’ve forgotten to dream.  We’ve forgotten that there’s something better worth fighting for – worth “pressing on” toward (Philippians 3:14).

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