Honey, Just Dreaming Is Not Enough. (DFHJune)

DFH june

Dear Future Her,

“I don’t just want to be that girl who dreamed BUT did nothing. I want to be that girl who dreamed AND did everything she could – not with her own strength, but with the strength of The One who gave her that dream. Hi again, my name is Jaachi, and as much as I love to dream – I also have to take responsibility…and brave too.”

I wrote in February that: it’s okay to dream and it’s okay to not be comfortable with the normal…it’s okay to want more. It’s okay to not be satisfied with your latest accomplishments… et cetera, et cetera! Yes it’s true, and I still believe in dreams. I still dream – a lot, even.

But honey, honey, honey…hear me out: As much as it is okay to dream; just dreaming is not enough. You also have to be a responsible girl, and lady, and woman (as the case may be). You must be ready to DO – that’s one. Know that: God does not give us dreams and visions and then just abandon us like that – He also gives us instructions, and steps to take, and ideas, and creativity to help make our big dreams become a reality. And when I say ‘our big dreams’, I mean the dreams He has placed in our hearts. Whenever you find yourself in a state of confusion about what or what not to do – Ask God, ask God, ask God! Ask Him what you have to do next, He’ll tell you. As a matter of fact, He never intended for us to be confused in the first place.

You know, I can stay all day in bed and dream, and receive instructions from God. But if I never get up to do something, nothing will ever change. I’ll just be that girl who dreamed too much but never did a thing.

Beautiful Girly-girl, you must be responsible. You must be ready to take steps. It’s not going to be one of the best feelings in the world sometimes – but you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.

The beautiful thing about writing is that when I write to you, I write to me too. I don’t write as someone who is perfect or, as one who has got everything on earth all figured out. I am still learning – everyday. And I pray to God every day for wisdom, and help. I ask Him for strength and very importantly – for bravery…bravery to be everything I was born to be; and this brings me to my second point.

Beautiful, beautiful girl… You have to be BRAVE!

You have to be: Brave enough to hold God’s hands all the way. Brave enough to know who you really are. Like a warrior that you are – be brave! Because trust me, things may not always work out as you plan; be brave anyway…be brave enough to TRUST God forever. Some days, things may try to stand in your way (which include: distractions, and even attractions…plus fear too) – you have to be brave enough to say a loud ‘NO’ to these things…brave enough to just MOVE. Yes!

“Lovely one, if you dare to dream, then you must be brave enough to fight.” – Lisa Bevere

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong, vigorous, and very brave. Be not afraid, neither be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” – Joshua 1: 9 (Amp)

“For God did not give us a spirit of timidity (of cowardice, of craven and cringing and fawning fear), but [He has given us a spirit] of power and of love and calm and well-balanced mind and discipline and self-control.” – 2 Timothy 1: 7 (Amp)

Honestly, I have my fears…I believe everybody does anyway. Some days I’m really afraid of taking a bold step or, of taking risks; I mean, it’s cooler to play safe right? Risks are risky right? (LOL). I try to give myself all the reasons in the world to why I shouldn’t take that risk…all the reasons in the world to why I should relax and be comfortable with ‘here’…all the reasons in the world to why I should hide and be okay with not being heard…Some days sincerely, I’m just afraid.

“Never imagine that ‘always brave’ translates to ‘never afraid’.” – Lisa Bevere.

I like the quote above by Lisa. Sometimes fear may creep in, there may be sweaty palms, shaky legs, stamping feet, pounding hearts, and what have you – But be brave anyway. Our fears are nothing compared to God’s Truth. When you can understand this, you’ll see that there’s nothing you can’t do. You’ll be brave and strong and still be the beautiful girl that you are. You will be in control…and yes, you’ll be the one laughing at FEAR.

Just dreaming is not enough. Take responsibility. Be brave.




What Do I Title This?

his arms

I had a great time with my boyfriend last night. Yes, my forever boyfriend…my lover…

I remember resting on His chest, telling Him ‘I love you’. It was the most romantic thing…because everybody else was sleeping, and it was pretty late, so it was just the two of us.

I remember reading one of His love letters to me out loud and asking Him last night…’Why are You so good to me, I don’t deserve all these’.

I remember telling Him that I loved it whenever it was just me and Him awake, and the rest of the world sleeping…I told Him I really loved it – because, I do…I really do.

And then nature happened, my eyes were closing little by little, I was drowsy. It’s been a long day for me, you know. I did a lot of running up and down and listening to music…but in all, this was the best moment of the day for me…right here, right now…in my lover’s arms…on my lover’s chest.

I wanted to be awake for Him, to talk to Him longer…but I guess He’s just the Hero, and I’m not. He’s always there for me, but I’m not always there for Him. It’s either nature happens and my eyes gradually get shut or I have to go somewhere or something…I talk to Him daily, yeah – But I admit I can never be there for Him like He is always here for me. So, lying there (deliberately) on the floor of my room last night, smiling and talking, and with a pencil in my right hand and a sweater on…I slept off.

‘ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’ all through the night…

I woke up this morning full of joy that I couldn’t understand…I was smiling annoyingly, replaying in my head all that had happened last night…the sweetest, sweetest, romantic thing.

I couldn’t help but write this piece this morning. I…just…couldn’t…help…it. I’m so in love with this Man whose love for me I cannot explain. It’s not like I liked Him first or, had a crush on Him first. No. He first loved me…in my smelly, stinky state, He loved me enough to save me by laying down his own life for me. He loved me enough to not leave me helpless. He is the lover of my soul. He didn’t come rescue me in a shinning amour – He came rescue me wrapped in swaddling clothes, though He is the prince of all. He is so humble.

And every night of my life, that’s all I want – to sleep off in the arms of this Man, to lie on His solid, safe chest…I don’t know about any other girl in the world, but in my lover’s arms, that’s where I’m safest.