i am selfish, prideful, and judgmental.
dreams and desires, hopes and goals…
are pointless without a purpose; a realization of their origin.
where do dreams come from? from where do unique ideas spring up?
i create, because i was created. i hope, because he has hope for me.
i live because he breathed life into me.
i am nothing. have nothing. can do nothing.
what is a dream without a purpose?
what is a work of art without a creator?
what is life without a savior?
but, because of him…
i have everything.
and the possibilities are endless.
|photo credit: Mum|