You have the zeal of God written on your soul.
Every breath is but another chance to dust off your past and begin again.
Life only begins when you take action.
You have a goal buried deep within you.
The only way to reach it is to dig.
You tell me, “I don’t know where it is buried.”
It doesn’t matter where, all that matters is that you never stop digging.
I want to see your sweat water the tilled dirt beneath your feet.
I want to see callouses on your hands.
I want to see a sun tanned back.
You were not made to be a potted plant, who spreads roots for stability.
Your faith thrives in the unknown.
Your talents are not yours but His.
The only way to show gratitude is to give them to the world.
Pour yourself out, there is a world that needs many new flowers.
Flowers, that no weather can scorch and no weed can drown out.
Let the zeal sing in your heart like a morning Dove.
Never close its beak.
But uncage the Dove. Allow the change to take place in your mind.
Do not allow the zeal to rest in you, but give it permission to change you.
Every single part of you.
The broken parts and the beautiful parts.
It may hurt.
It may not be easy.
It may sting a bit.
But we aren’t asking for easy.
We are asking for a mission.