super me

I am so happy to be the mother of three wildy imaginative boys. I spend countless moments listening to their retelling of dreams and made up stories. I watch from behind the door frame while they play and pretend and I LOVE it. There is something that comes alive in children when they are free to imagine things. I remember how incredibly liberating it was as a kid, to escape to a world where I could be anyone or anything I wanted. I wasn't hindered by money or circumstance or my own insecurities. I think that God-given imagination is where dreams are born. I was a dreamer. I am a dreamer. Even at 32, I daydream and imagine things all the time. Sure, my dreams are less about unicorns and prince charmings, and more about walking in freedom and wholeness, but it all stems from the same thing. There is a place in all of us, that cries out to be the very best that we can be, even to a wild end. And as I get older, I realize more and more that there is a resounding theme to all of this. It's not so much about super powers and make believe, or even what I can do if I work hard enough- it's all about Jesus. The moment we encounter Jesus, we realize that He is the only one that can make these things a reality. And I'm not talking about a goofy Christian-life-is-an-easy-life mentality. If anyone ever told you that, they were lying :) I'm talking about the reality of God's hand on every part of our lives, and how that translates to greatness. The more I give over to Him, the more He gives back to me- whole, made over, thriving, SUPER. Sort of has a Philippians 4:13 ring to it, doesn't it? I can do anything.