There’s a dream planted in my heart,
growing roots that reach the deepest parts of my soul.
It has given me joy, passion, purpose, and a sense of being alive.
It has also caused me grief, despair, anxiety, and a sense of hopelessness.
How long have I been wishing for it to to blossom?
How long have I been wishing to reach it, to make it a reality?
But, how long have I also been struggling because of it?
How many times have I wished to uproot it?
But, I cannot. It has taken root deep within me.
It has become a part of me.
I wish the time will come when I will see even a tiny sprout.
But, I don’t exactly know when that time will come.
All I can do is to wait and have faith.
To water it, to nurture it every single day.
And trust that this dream that God planted in my heart,
He will see to fruition.
That what He started in my heart,
He will also finish.