A few times a week at least, I remind one or
another of my children, when they say, “I can’t… “, that anything is
possible. When they argue the point –
for example, “man cannot fly, mom!” – I hop onto the internet and show them a
video of “Jet Man” on TED Talks. “Still,
he cannot fly by himself, mom”, they say.
“Yes, that is true,” I respond, “but the point wasn’t that he could do it
by himself, the point is that he can do it!”
And such is life – we cannot do anything by
ourselves. If you believe in a God,
which we do, without a doubt, and you understand His nature, you understand
that He has given us the air we breath, the strength to carry on, and the means
wherewith to do whatever we can imagine.
The point never was whether we could do something incredible by
ourselves, the point is that we can do incredible things, with whatever help is
necessary.
My daughter has taken quite an interest to
pinterest. I have two very conflicting
feelings about this. But that is not
this post is about. On the plust side
she finds these incredible quotes. She
never fails to run and find me to share them with me (such as, most recently,
this quote). Why? She feels something
when she reads them. Likewise, I feel a
strong desire to share things with others that have impacted my mind or my
heart. Also, she knows that I will
appreciate them, every bit as much as she does.
Why? Because I have taught her what I value…
I believe in happily ever after’s. I believe in fairy book endings. I believe we can accomplish anything we set
our minds to. I believe we have little
understanding of our potential. I
believe in the goodness of humanity. I believe
in a power above my own. I believe in a
Maker with a plan. I believe that warn
can cease to exist. I believe that no
one need go hungry. I believe that
suffering can be comforted and the helpless can become hopeful. I believe that we are what we think we are,
and we can become whatever we dream we can.
I believe in impossible missions and unlimited purpose. I believe we are our brother’s keepers. I believe that we are instruments in the
hands of God.
And even though most days I feel my words fly
like pollen blown too hard over tiny flowers, passing right by my intended
target, they are getting through. Those
tiny, sunshine-coloured molecules of hope are fulfilling their intended purpose
– to fertilize young minds in preparation for greatness. This is what I believe lies in my children –
in all children – greatness – the capability to change the world. Not in some abstract way, but real
one-person-can-change-the-world change.
And even if they choose never to believe me, never to open their hearts
and their minds to this idealistic vision I carry, they will, with certainty
know, that they had a mother who believed in impossible dreams. That alone may be enough.
Article courtesy of Shelli McCullough.
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