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What Are You Waiting For?

What are you waiting for?
Are you waiting for it to all fall into place?
 Are you waiting for enough?
Are you waiting until your kids are older?
Are you waiting until you are out of school?
Are you waiting until you have it all together?
Until that perfect moment?

Not using texting language here, but you only live once.
You are here for a reason.
Do you have a dream? Or some desire or longing that you think is crazy?

Now hear me out. Before I say this next part, I am NOT suggesting that you go out from under God's authority or the authority that He has placed over you. But, what I am saying is, if you have a dream, don't be afraid to step out in faith and see if God will open doors for you to live your dream.

In Him, you, yes you, are capable. You are capable of literally climbing a mountain (if that is your dream, I promise you, it isn't mine). You are capable of starting that business that you have pondered deep in your heart (I have seen it done!). You are capable of reaching out to that neighbor woman you see so deeply broken. You are capable of doing ministry in another country (if God calls you, go; don't wait until tomorrow or the day that everything fits perfectly, just go; He's the Master of Puzzle; He'll put it all together for you). You are capable of being a single mom, to a precious adopted child, working and all (this for my latest superhero human). You are capable of making time to take a class so you know how better to speak to youth. You are capable of writing that book (don't think you're crazy, it's on my list too). You are capable of being free from addiction (alcohol, drug, sex, and those addictions people don't want to admit are addictions: food, sports, shopping, and the biggest one, ourselves). And most importantly, you are capable of not giving up on this life. In Jesus, you are capable of every single thing mentioned and more.

So what are your dreams?
Is freedom on your heart?

That perfect moment will never come.
Trust me. It won't.

"Everybody's gonna make mistakes
But everybody's got a choice to make
Everybody needs a leap of faith
When are you taking yours?"


So what are you waiting for?
Carpe' diem.

*As a rule, I would not normally post from their music. But, I randomly heard this song one day. Loved the point of what they are saying and it fit here with this post. So bear with me some small measure of grace.


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