The Narrow Way

You used to dream with fire.
With journals full of promises.
With eyes wide open,
faith stretched wide.

But somewhere along the road,
life hit hard.
Ministry got heavy.
People left.
Doors closed.
And now the dreams feel distant
like they belonged to a version of you that doesn’t exist anymore.

But listen
God never mocked your dreaming.
He planted it.
And what He plants,
He resurrects.

You thought the fire died,
but it was only buried.
You thought the dream was over,
but it was only sleeping.

Because even Lazarus had to wait four days
before Jesus showed up and said,
“Come forth.”
Even the dry bones looked too far gone
until the Spirit breathed.

You’re not done.
You’re due.

Due for breath.
Due for joy.
Due for the holy surge of hope
that says,
“God’s not finished.
And neither am I.”

Isaiah 43:19 says,
“Behold, I am doing a new thing.
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.”

That’s what’s happening.
In the wasteland of burnout,
God is carving streams.
In the ruins of what broke your heart,
He is building again.

But this time,
you’re not dreaming alone.
You’re dreaming with Jesus.

Not out of performance
but out of presence.
Not to prove anything
but to carry something.

So take out the journal again.
Speak the promise again.
Say yes again.

And when your heart whispers,
“What if I get disappointed?”
let your spirit answer,
“What if this time… it lives?”

Because the same God who breathed on the waters
is breathing on you again.

You will dream.
And you will build.
And you will live.
Again.