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“I’m moving to the dream center!”
I say in hush tones, as I brush my hand up against my arm.
Slowly I look up only to find confused stares staring back at me.
My mind runs wild coming up with explanations and descriptions of the adventure that awaits me.
But the stares continue
In their mind, I’ve failed… I’m not walking the path that makes sense to them.
A path that leads to long corridors, crowded hallways, endless stairwells into a teaching of vast knowledge that’s encapsulated within the four walls of a classroom.
Do they not know, that the knowledge I will gain is inspired by the greatest teacher of all time, that my knowledge derives from one book, the book.
My knowledge has a purpose.
If only I could speak in a language they understood.
They, as in the people who look down on me because I’ve yet to come up with a plan. A plan worthy of their approval. A plan that places dollar signs next to my name and therefore a smile on my face.
Do they not know, it is not me who plans, it is me who follows the plan.
the perfect plan. The plan He, himself created for me.
Do they not know that this leap of faith, is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever thought of doing. But it’s also the thing I am most sure of.
If they only listened long enough, if they only stopped, closed their eyes and picture what I picture. See what I see, feel what I feel, they would know, they would see, they would feel, feel peace.
