Big Brick House

I've always lived in this big brick house.

I've eaten my satisfying portions in my comfortable attire in this house.

I've neatly decorated my room with things I should love and daily lined my shoes on the shelves next to the others.

I've sat back and watched as they take care of all my little messes in a hushed manner and rarely remind me of those efforts. I've never been asked for an equal return.

I've played games and made memories within the walls of this house without any reason to stop. I've ran with butterfly nets, cuddled up with books and danced in the dark. I've laughed until my stomach screamed and cried with delight over countless blessings.

I've even been allowed to dream in this house.

But they didn't expect me to have these kind of dreams.

My dreams say I can do whatever I want.

In my dreams I am fearless. I dream of adventure and freedom. I dream with passion that God would give me purpose. Great selfless purpose.

Other people spend their entire lives trying to mold houses of the bricks I've always known.

I will spend my entire life trying to break out of the bricks of comfort that I love to hate.

Even still... I know... the security of this brick house has birthed a girl of countless insecurities. This solid surrounding is irony to my soul. I could crumble. I should have crumbled... long ago. And I worry... daily. I question... when I walk away from these strong walls, will my skin melt at the first weathering of reality?

God reminds me... There is no time to sulk in these doubts. When dreams have been dreamt, there is no going back.

When you've gained perspective and caught glimpses of opportunities such as these... you can't forget. You can't return.

This is a big brick house but my dreams are BIGGER.