Worry or Believe

As much as I will always hate to admit it, and always be in denial of it, I worry.  I worry quite a lot actually.

I worry about the future, the unknown... I'm afraid of what could happen or rather what couldn't happen.  I have so many dreams, they're what motivate my every move in that crazy old game called life.  I put so much stock in these dreams and because of that I never-ever-ever stop worrying about them.  I can never get the thought "They're probably not going to come true Becca, they're far to much of a long shot." out of the back of my mind, every time I think about my future I hear those words.  No matter how many times I come up with sound logical reasons why it'll happen, or tell myself that it has to happen because I feel so close to it or so strongly about it, or how many signs I point out to my head that suggest the dreams are right around the corner I can never quite believe.

Well I'm done. No more worrying for me.

I have recently been able to see that when God steps up to the plate, when He is on your team, you can win any game. I was able to witness the dreams of someone who is very close to my heart come true.  By being able to see how God helped that person every step of the way, I finally realized that with His help you can make anything happen.. He can make anything happen.  I repeat. ANYTHING   ...I have this slightly unfortunate tendency to "know" really obvious things that I've been told, or have read thousands of times but never ever REALIZE those things ...It makes life a little interesting sometimes... but anyway the point is that I have finally realized that idea I've been told so many times. I'm done worrying about weather or not it'll happen because I've seen it happen, because He made it happen. Most important if I just sit and worry I KNOW those dreams won't come true, God won't make it happen unless I'm working toward it. So I'm going to get off my butt, work harder than I possibly could by myself, and rely completely on God.  And that plus a bit of prayer means those dreams can come true.  Every single one of them. It's not unlikely, its possible.

I finally believe, and I finally refuse to listen to that voice.

A few words to help remind me along the way of discovering my dreams:

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, live the life you've always imagined"

"If we all did the things we are capable of doing we would literally astound ourselves." -Thomas Edison

"Break the monotony. Do something strange and extravagant!"

"Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast."

"There's a boy next to me and he never will be anything but a boy at the bar
And I think he's the tops, he's where everything stops
How I love to love him from afar

When he walks right past me I finally see on this barstool I can't stay
So I'm taking my frown to a far distant town
On an island in the blue bay" -Far Away by Ingrid Michealson

"The man who travels a mile each day may get around the world at last."

"l'arte d'arrangiarsi" translation: The art of making something out of nothing.

"Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
but if we are wise
we know there's always tomorrow

Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on...

...If there is a load that you have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me" -Lean On Me

...And I saved the longest one for last.. yes you should read it all.

Can't

Can't is the worst word that's spoken;
Doing more harm here than slanders and lies;
On it is many strong spirit broken,
And with it many good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day:
It rings in our ears like a warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.

Can't is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and halfhearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.

Can't is a word none should speak with out blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgement it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you someday will gain.

Can't is the word that is foe to ambition,
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that's deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed 'twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
And answer this demon by saying: "I can."

Godspeed and sweet dreams.

Xx

Becca