I feel horrible for people whose dreams have been crushed…because for many of you, it only took a few words…words from people who claimed to love you and have your back…I can understand and relate.
My Dad had NO idea what he was doing when he told me things like “nobody cares” when I showed him a comic strip I drew. Granted I did it during church, but I merged the story of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with “A Goofy Movie.” I was 10, so I thought “that’s the stuff right there.”
Then, another moment…I was 16 when I actually wrote a mini-devotional using “Dragonball Z” and talking about the power we have in Christ as Christians. I left this written work on my bed and my Dad saw it and read it. He told me he read it. But, instead of encouraging me to consider using more illustrations like this to push good and basic Christian values, he said, “some people might not like this.”
I didn’t write for a while after that. I didn’t even let people see my written work unless it was for school. If I was writing, I kept it secret.
Until, one day, God hit me with it again…and I couldn’t help it…I had to write it. That time, it was “Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends,” and I was able to talk about identity.
I did this particular writing in college during my 3rd year at Oklahoma Christian
I suggested it could be a topical sermon for chapel. I didn’t think that they would take me seriously after introducing the idea.
48 hours later, I was standing in front of the entire student body giving my mini-topical sermon. It was quite literally the first sermon I ever preached.
Over the years, my heart slowly opened up to the idea of writing again, drawing again and using cartoons to reach people with the message that they didn’t have to rely on their own strength, but the strength of Christ.
Those words my Dad spoke were words of ignorance…I still love my Dad, but, I have to seriously disagree with him.
I love God, I love people and I love writing!
And if someone, not even specific family members like it, then its their choice NOT to click the button on my site or read the words that I print.
I have no ill will towards them. After all, they didn’t give me my gift, and you can’t win everyone with your gifts or beliefs.
But believe me when I say this, I want people to live life more abundantly, and that’s from the Bible and that’s from my heart.
You don’t have to hide your dream or your light of life…go out there and pursue it! Live it! You know it’s in your code, your make-up, your DNA. If you think you forgot what it is, search it out. Pray for it! Run for it! Research!
Go deep into your wounds and pull out the broken glass that originates from pieces of your broken dreams.
This year, that’s what I’ve been doing, from the counseling to ministry organizations.
I’m getting my true identity back…I’m getting my dreams back…I’m getting my life back!
Will you join me!