I have a dream

I have a dream

"Happy Fathers Day Dad!"

"WOW, thank you. Everyone sit down for a minute, I have something really important to say and I need you to hear this." 

"When you close your eyes what do you see? In fact, close your eyes for a minute." 

He pauses for longer than anyone expects, he takes a deep breath inhaling slowly and exhaling loudly so that everyone can hear him. He commands the floor. Like a general's speech before a battle, he is calm and confident and there is power exuding his every movement. 

"I have a dream that I can not seem to shake and I want to share it with you. I know you are not ready for it and most of you will ignore it's importance but it's Fathers Day and I have your attention." 

With a loud voice he continues.

"Every time I close my eyes it is there waiting to meet me and take me on an adventure. Sometimes this dream is in a good mood and sometimes it is rather terse. Nevertheless it is always watching and waiting hoping I will not get distracted with anything else." 

"I have a dream, when I close my eyes I see a day when 

no child sniffs anymore glue to murder the hunger pains

no sick person goes unvisited

no alcoholic drowns in his sorrow

no drug addict shoots up one more time to quiet the mind 

no prostitute gives herself away any longer

no orphan sleeps in the cold

no widow scratches around in the trash to feed her family

no person eats too much to numb the pain they feel

no prisoner is left to his/her depressive thoughts

no homeless person goes without a warm meal and a blanket

no well to do mother medicates to numb her loneliness

no pastor hides behind his pulpit or his theology

no businessman dines with his fantasy

no pimp continues to get away with selling another person

no person goes another day believing they are worthless."  

He stops for another long pause. After all, he does not want the gravity of what he has said to get lost. 

"I dream of the day that each and every person sees themselves as the Father sees them without blemish, with magnificent purpose, passion, and position.

A day where each person dances too long

sings too loud

stays up too late

drinks deeply

loves with abandon

hugs someone they do not want to let go of  

gives to all without any desire to see a return 

says things to others that ignite their soul 

laughs too loud 

reads too much 

runs around without a care in the world." 

He slows his cadence and his inflection. Everyone leans in. He whispers this last part. 

"I dream of the day that YOU see yourself the way I see you and you begin living that life. When you begin living that life the first part of my dream does not exist any longer." 

Can you imagine a world where each and every person was living the purpose of the Father?

What would that world look like? 

What do you see when you close your eyes? 

This is what I see. I am convinced that the first part of my dream is a direct reflection of people (you and I) not seeing our purpose clearly enough. Somewhere along the way our true purpose was thwarted, stolen, twisted, squashed, and handed back to us and we accepted it as is and began medicating. 

There is a different way. I am here to guide you in it. 

Fill this out and we can begin. 

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What are you afraid of?

What are you afraid of?

Did you know that there is a gap that exist in your life and most of you are not even aware of it? 

For too many years I kept hoping from job to job trying to find that thing that would fill me up. When the truth of the matter is it was sitting right in front of me. 

I had these grandiose ideas, dreams, visions, and desires for the future only to find that I was stuck on the other side of the seemingly large chasm. This is what it felt like. 

ME NOW     [[[     GAP     ]]]     FUTURE ME

The gap between where I was (me) and where I wanted to be (future me) was rooted in fear. 

Some examples of fear include: 

The fear of not being good enough.  

The fear of failing and being made fun of. 

The fear of winning and then having to repeat that same thing over and over and over. 

The fear of the unknown. 

The fear of isolation. 

The fear of getting what you desire, dream of and then not having anything to get excited about. 

The fear of it always being like this. 

Fear is a liar. 

It is a very good liar. It is a storyteller that likes to repeat a similar story in a myriad of ways. It uses scenarios from your past to prove to you that you do not have what it takes. It convinces you that there are only a select few that "make it" and you are not one of those select few. It uses those you love to remind you that you have not made it and that you should probably just give up and do that 9 to 5 job that smothers you. 

Guess what I have the key to unlock new thinking and it is easier than you may imagine. This key will force you to confront your fear and tell it to be quiet. Then it will search the entire house for other words that will set you up to accomplish those ideas you have in that journal that sits on the shelf. It will absolutely close the gap between where you are and where you want to be and you will realize your potential. Sounds too good to be true. Sure it does.

I was recently sitting with a friend of mine named Reward Sibanda. He is from Zimbabwe, Africa and has an ability that very few people have. He watches people, from body language to the words they are using. He is able to call things out in another person like few I have seen. We were sitting down and chatting when he said these words, "Ryan you are an appraiser, you have the ability to take the diamond that is each individual life and find its value to the world. You intrinsically know the beauty that is there and you help the individual find it for themselves." 

In that moment he told me one thing.

THERE IS NO GAP.

My mission is to help you realize your purpose and propel you into it. 

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If flowers could speak, what would they say?

If flowers could speak, what would they say?

If flowers could speak, what would they say? 

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He rushes from place to place knowing that the time he has may pass him by too quickly.

"I will drop you guys off and go get flowers and then meet you back here." he says to his darling wife. 

His mind wanders to all the scenarios that may end up proving his worst fear. I knew I should have planned better he thinks to himself as he races back to the store. Every stop sign like a reminder to stop, breath, and continue on his quest. He ignores such trivial things. After all he is on a mission. 

The family returns to the car and his little girl quickly reminds him that her heart is important. 

"Dad are those for me?" 

The question itself shouldn't even have a question mark on the end of it. She knows the answer. He knows the answer. We all know the answer.  

"He quickly retorts back, these flowers are for someone reaaaaalllllyyyy special that has a dance recital tonight." 

The car returns to its quite state. 

"I have a dance recital tonight and I am special she says aloud, those must be for me" she proclaims loudly. 

"I guess we will find out won't we." 

Hours pass, dance upon dance upon dance begins and ends with not much fanfare. At least for anyway until... she takes the stage. 

He is leaping inside watching the love of his life do the thing she loves most. It is not whether she is able to accomplish the dance perfectly that makes his heart leap. It is the joy he sees on her face and in her actions as she performs. 

The claps and shouts rescind, the lights go down and we are waiting for her to return to us from behind the stage. She jumps in her mothers arms. Her mother praises her through and through. The little girl looks passed her mother. She ask her to be put down and runs over to her father to find him bending down and looking into her eyes and saying these important words, "I am proud of you, you are the special girl that these flowers belong to. I bought them just for you. The color red to show you I love you." 

She grabs the flowers and smells them. She lifts her eyes and gaze. She squeezes him tightly raising one foot and pointing it to the sky in true dancing form. 

"I knew these were mine she exclaims, thank you daddy!!!!"

The dad knows that the flowers are important because he has placed importance on them. For the last 3 years every time he buys his girls flowers he reminds them why he does it. Most of the time there is not an important event attached to them, sometimes there is. Showing up with roses is a means to an end for him. These beautiful plants that were yanked from the ground and placed in water only to die in approximately 2 weeks are a symbol. A symbol of my unrelenting passion for you and my unwavering desire to show you that you are worth it. As you look on them may you see my heart for you. Every time you see me with flowers you should ask yourself a question and remind yourself of the answer. 

"Are those for me?"

"Of course they are, you are special and I bought them just for you, I love you more than these pretty colors could ever communicate." 

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If flowers could talk they may say things like this: 

"Stop using me for your own gain" 

"I know I'm pretty but stop cutting me from my source" 

"Ugh, another sappy moment" 

"Geez this guy cries too much" 

"WOW. I get to sit in this dirty water for another week while see tries to keep me alive" 

"If you leave me in the hot car one more time I will stab you"