DreamCentered
I've spent so much time investing prayer, thought, action into a dream that's plagued me since childhood. These days, I just want to quit. I've learned so much, been hurt so badly and disillusioned so often. I've been told it's "not my job". I'm "doing enough". I'm "not cut out for that work."Even that I have "no idea" what sort of predicament I'd be putting myself in. I remember this girl, barely a teenager, wearing "I love New York" earring because of her prayers and burning passion for the inner city homeless in New York City. I remember that same girl sitting on the subway train in New York City and praying for the abandoned and "For Sale" buildings she passed in New York…that somehow, some way God would give this girl one of those or put her in one of those for the ministry dream she had. Prayers…they change me, always. I remember the dreams I'd awaken from of revival, of roo