My Dream

I want to see lives be given hope, to see fire return to the eyes of those who have been labels as worthless and neglected, to see those who the world says are “wastes of oxygen” rise up and claim the birthright of heaven. I want to see cycles of poverty broken, and hearts mended. To see lives, relationship, and health restored, and made perfect. I want to see God glorified by the cries of the “insignificant, impoverished, inconsequential, inconsiderable, and irrelevant”, or so society labels them.
I want to see a generation take a stand for the ultimate truth that is God-creator and Jesus Christ as lord and savior. To see people step out in unselfish love and offer forgiveness when it is not deserved or earned. To see men and women kneeling at the foot of the cross, offering up their all and all, living lives of sacrifice and joy.
On a more specific and personal scale, I want to see that the people that God has placed in my life rise up to be the amazing, gifted, impactful, blessed, and unique men and woman that I know God has destined them to be. I want to see that God used me to make an impact on at least one person’s life, whether it is big or small. I want to know that I accomplished what God wanted. I know there are so many opportunities that I have missed and I want to know that there is a purpose for my life.
My dream would be to work in an impoverished country helping people, mainly women and children, to break the bonds of poverty and oppression. To be able to grasp the freeness that comes when a God is in control, and to be able to help them to see that God is good, and God is love, and that they are precious.