Dreaming is Believing

I dream and I dream and I dream and I dream. It never dies. 

Voices echo in my heart with Heaven's volume. They penetrate the skies.

They pierce the heaviness of the atmosphere and make their way to my soul.

With their words, my doubts, my fears, and my disbeliefs they stole. 

They snatch that doubt from me before it can sink in and become known.

They yank it back before the disease of its negativity makes this house a home.

I hear that cloud of witnesses the Bible talks about forcing me to remember all that I have dreamed.

They are loud in my spirit reminding me of my current status: redeemed. 

Their voices mixed with that of my Heavenly Father is enough for me.

I will dream and dream and dream and dream until I see.

There is nothing stronger than a faith that simply knows.

No evidence. No proof. No guarantee. And yet that faith...it grows. 

I dream with trust.

Dream. It's a must.

Because you know what they say. Or maybe it's just me. With all that I am...

DREAMING IS BELIEVING.