Passion drives

This is such a happy thing, a miracle in my sense.

Just by the thought of it makes my heart skip many beats, bringing smiles and excitement I could barely contain. And this is not something which just anyone could comprehend. It may be exaggerating to some, but I call this passion. 

I remember how lost I was, having a flame reignited deep within, yet it seemed so out of my reach when I think about it. I still daydream a lot, that one day I'll get to compete in a tournament.

I played Joel Osteen's messages over and over again, and I simply love the message of faith, hope and love it so kindly reveals. Yes, in the fact, everything may seem stagnant, still and unchanging, but prayers that departs from my mouth moves the hand of my creator. Angels go to work, dreams come to pass.

Indeed, in the natural, things may appear impossible. But I am not moved by what I see, I'm moved by what I know. And I know, I serve a supernatural God.

Every seed He puts in me, it will germinate. What He started, He will finish.

Non-believing friends might not understand, but one thing stands -- Christianity is not a religion. It is a relationship with our Father.

I dare to dream big, because I serve a big God. 

I'm not dreaming the dream; I'm living the dream.