Today, God told me that, in my heart, my dreams were bigger than He was - that he was consistently raising His voice to try and power over the dreams that have consumed my every thought. I thought I had Him. I thought that I had as much of God as I was ever going to attain, and when the fulfillment I was searching for never came, I began looking to fill that void through something He made - just not Him. I put God in my pocket as that search for joy, life and wholeness took over.

I was too busy dreaming, attempting to feed a never-ending hunger for something unknown with life's "normal things."

I was taking the pen away from God and trying to write my story myself, creating the characters and the story line. Only, when He took my shoulders and shook me to the core, those empty lines on the pages of my life became more of a hopeful and promising blank space, rather than a frustrating and needy void. I realized, staring at blank spaces that I wanted to be unforgettably full, that completion of my story wasn't the dream: it was completion of His. Leaving restlessness and searching behind, I removed God from my pocket and filled it with loud dreams, putting God smack in the middle of my heart with a bullhorn - making it known the dreams that once rang loud in my pocket no longer had the capability to over power the good I should be living for: God.

I dare you today to sit and listen, to hand the pen over and above all, to let go.