Just when you think you've come to the point of full surrender, of letting go, you wake up and realize that deep within the dream is still there. Suppressed maybe, but very much still there despite all heart-searing efforts to remove it.
It's an interesting feeling when your heart plays tug-of-war. One half sings. The other half cries. Yet in the end it knows what is best. It knows what will hurt least in the long run.
And that is to surrender. To let the dream die.
Because the dream was never mine to cherish in the first place…
In fact, no dream is mine to cherish.
No dream but One.
And so I pray a simple prayer.
Lord, make my life Your dream. And make my dream, You.
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