My dream of moving to California is taking a little longer and the way is much harder than I ever imagined. If it were up to me, my car would be packed already and heading west. Or better still, I’d be writing this from California.
When the dream seems distant, I’ve sat down and cried – big drippy tears. And with great frustration, I’ve said, “I thought I could do this. Why is it so hard?”
What about you? I don’t know if your car broke down and your kids got sick. I don’t know if you got that job you wanted or found that inspiration you were looking for. I don’t know if someone hugged you tight or helped you cook dinner. I don’t know if you had long talks with family or long walks with your dog. I don’t know if you went running, painting, baking or commuting. I don’t know if you ended the week giddy happy, dog tired or heart broken.
If I have learned one thing about my California dreams, it is this: Never sit down and say, “I thought I could do this.”
You can. You can do this!
Get back up. Stand tall.
Look behind you and see how far you’ve come.
Look ahead and remember where you’re going.
Look next to you and see Who’s with you. Then take that step.
Just a small one.
Just the next one.
That’s all it takes.
Not perfection. Just perseverance.
Not speed. Just stubborness.
You’re doing well. You’re going to make it.
You’ve got more strength than you know, and we’re cheering along with Him, “Go, go, go!”