Believe for the dream

It is a running joke when my extended family gets together that the Langdon kids are all ridiculously impractical. By impractical I mean, why wouldn’t we start a U-Pick-Farm in Colorado? Or shouldn’t every card have confetti in it? And one more set of birthday candles? Naw. You can never have too many.

If it can be dreamt, it can be implemented. At least we think so.

All of the in-laws, whom we adore, get a good laugh out of our stories. And while I don’t even see how the ideas are crazy sometimes, it is good to get a dose of reality. But I simply will never stop dreaming of what could be, at least with a big God and a whole lot of guts and ambition.

Lately, my kids and I have been knee-deep (almost drowning) in The Greatest Showman. I am talking we get in the car and if the soundtrack isn’t on in minutes I am getting yelled at. I am already looking at Greatest Showman Halloween costumes. (Obviously, I want to be Zendaya, but will surely be Michelle Williams.) Naturally someone will need to be an elephant or a lion, just for a grin.

And let’s be honest, I may or may not be choreographing dances to each song as I cook dinner every night.

I mean, we are knee deep, ya’ll.

But there is a reason I am so drawn to the film. The boy who has nothing but a wild imagination. The unlikely love story. The magic of creating only an idea into something bigger than life, something that has never been done before. Awakening people’s spirits, unleashing the outcasts, building something where people come alive.

After the two years we’ve had dreaming has become a luxury, one that many have shelved because can God be trusted? Is there room to dream? Is it even allowed anymore?

'Cause you're just a dead man walking/Thinking that's your only option/But you can flip the switch and brighten up your darkest day/Sun is up and the color's blinding/Take the world and redefine it/Leave behind your narrow mind/You'll never be the same

Come alive, come alive/Go and light your light/Let it burn so bright/Reaching up/To the sky/And it's open wide/You're electrified

But what if you unleashed yourself to dream this week? What if you imagined what only God could do? And when doubt trickled into your spirit, what if you believed for the dream more than the doubt?

Is it to host a dinner party? To have that conversation with your spouse?  Is it to start that business? Or start writing that blog?

What is it? What is it, really?

I am convinced the world needs more dreamers. More people who believe God for miracles. More people who build beautiful things in their homes, with their neighbors in their communities and at their workplaces. Just because you are an adult doesn’t mean you quit dreaming. In fact, what If becoming an adult meant you dreamt more, with brighter colors around what you value most?

Come alive, come alive, go and light your light…

And dream.