dream week

this week has been one full of metaphorical big lights and loud booms as well as some not so metaphorical teary eyed dream talking and moments of literally feeling my heart being squeezed and stretched in new directions.

i am always amazed at how incredibly imaginative and creative God gets when i am willing to surrender all of the things i so unfortunately, yet naturally, hold to - a desire to not worry about finances, comfortability, etc...

but being in this neighborhood forces me to throw away the sewing kit i've always carried around with my stretching heart. here in the heights, my heart's an open vein - waiting to wrap itself around the unidentified, uncharted, hurting, wanting, and dead inside.

this city makes me come alive with desire to see real change. real growth. here. not in africa. not in india. not in thailand. here. new york city. gregory boyle says, 'change awaits us. what is decisive is our deciding.'

so i've decided. change is coming. i'm still praying about what all this looks like, but i'll let you in on this secret: this dream is big. so big i can't even think about it without tearing up and getting excited. and i trust and know that i know that i know this dream will not be some eternal idea, rotting on the shelf waiting to be picked up when there is time. it's consuming my thoughts right now and the pursuit of it is overwhelming.

i can't wait to share with you everything from here. in the meantime, pray for this city. pray for the neighborhood of washington heights. and if you think of it, please pray for me and my sister-in-law and fellow dreamer, kara.