I reach for my dreams, but my arms are too short.
Others abandon me. Yet, I stand tall in the lush land of daydreams.
I surround myself in nature to provide inspiration. Fragrant flowers taunt me with their artisan beauty. The abstract grass points toward the heavens as if to say, “Look up.” The morning sun glints a vision of promise.
I accept my limitations, yet acknowledge God’s infusion of dreams in my heart. My arms might be short, but I stand tall in expectation.
In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation. (Psalm 5:3, NIV)