Has anyone ever had their dreams come true? If so, that is incredible! What a whirlwind eh? That's how I feel right now - well, kind of. I feel as if I'm stepping into a season where my dreams are coming alive. Everything I believed I could be is staring me straight in the face.

What has me baffled though is why I feel so out of place. Why do I feel so out of my league in the exact position I always saw myself thriving in? You see - now that I'm here - I feel unprepared. I feel unqualified. Even though every minute of my life has led me to this moment. Even though every dream of mine is coming true. For some reason I am faced with the false reality that I'm not good enough. Isn't that just wild!? Some may call that humility but when you dig a little deeper it's drenched in fear and insecurity. Fear and insecurity are not our friends. They'll keep you in the dark. They'll keep you so locked up that you find yourself watching other people fulfill your dreams. When we became comfortable with fear, we let other's take the place that "could have" been ours - that still is ours to claim.

Most of us have dreams we think are impossible. We have dreams that we know would bring us tremendous joy but we set them aside because we look at them through fear's eyes. When we meet obstacles that cause us to stumble, we think it's a sign that our dreams aren't worth pursuing or that the world is telling us to go in a different direction. I'm in a position where I feel as if I'm struggling to find the ground underneath my feet. Yet, I'll never stop believing that this is what I was made for. I may loose my footing every now and again, and I probably will grow and stretch in ways I don't want to; let's be honest, growth isn't painless. But maybe, just maybe, if I don't give up I'll prove to myself that this is exactly WHY I CAN do this. I won't bend under the pressure. If I do, I'll only ever bend into the grace of God and into the kindness of His heart for us. If we stay protected and sheltered from the world, the world would be at a loss. If we ran away from being brave - even if that means we shed a few tears - the world would be missing something significant. It would be missing you. It would be missing us. It would be missing me. If I give into my fears and reside in a place of comfort, I can confidently say my dreams would collect dust on the shelf.

However, I am choosing to remind myself that being uncomfortable isn't because I'm bad at what I do. Rather, it's because I am discovering how to be excellent at what I was born to do.

Change your perspective with me. Let's put fear on it's head and crush it under our heal.

Surround yourself with gentle people so that when you do fall, they can lift your chin back up to that big dream you placed in a cloud far far away. But the thing is that your dreams are not as far out of reach as you think. Bring that dream close to your heart and fall in love with it all over again. Don't let the world loose out because you believe the lie that you're unqualified. Don't let me loose out, because one day your dream may inspire me. One day, I may need your bravery to lift my chin.