There. I’ve said it.
I want to change the world.
I want to every child born to have enough love, clean water and food to live and thrive.
I want to see governments that use their resources wisely.
I want a justice system that truly rehabilitates drug users instead of letting them get sucked back into addiction and the underworld.
I want people to be open about mental illness.
I don’t want words like hate, or stigma or prejudice to ever need to be used because they don’t happen.
Some would call me an idealist, and they would probably be right. Some would say its because I’m young, and they would probably be right, too. But, I am all too aware of my limitations and I know that some of what I hope for probably won’t be seen on earth until Jesus comes again.
And it has struck me recently, that I spend a lot of time limiting my dreams.
I tell myself I am too young, too female, too broken to make a difference. Sometimes, I am too cynical.
But if I trust in a God who is bigger than my dreams – surely I must trust that he can make some of them come true?
If we all spend the energy persuading ourselves and others that we can’t make a difference, on actually going out there and making a difference – what would the world look like?
I get so scared that I’m not good enough to make a difference, that I make too much of a mess in my own life to help others, that I end up dithering around and not doing anything!
So my challenge to myself, is to dream big dreams, to allow myself to want to change the world and do all that I can to affect that change.