Remember how we used to dream when we were children? Pretending and believing were part of our normal day. We dreamed up all sorts of ideas and things to do. Some of those, I’ll admit, were foolish, and some even got us in trouble, but it didn’t stop us. We didn’t stop dreaming. But what happened? Somewhere between there and here, we’ve stopped dreaming. Did we give up? Did someone tell us otherwise?

I’m a dreamer. I have high hopes, sometimes higher than I could ever achieve, but I don’t stop dreaming. I suppose I drive my children and grandchildren crazy because I’m off trying something new. My wife? Well, she’s just given up on me. She doesn’t like me running off to do something by myself, but she also knows that stopping me doesn’t work.

Many people live with limitations. Sometimes these limitations are the result of health or physical reasons. I get that, but it’s those self-imposed limitations I’m referring to. For some, their limitations come from fear, doubt, anxiety, insecurities, and a host of other things. Dreaming has been replaced with “I can’t.”

I’ve often wondered how these limitations were born in our lives? Why did we stop dreaming? What happened? Is it because we were told that dreaming was for babies? Were we told to grow up? Were we shamed or had guilt dropped on us so we’d stop? Sadly, when we stop dreaming, we give up. We settle into complacency and the doldrums of everyday life.

My encouragement is to give new life to those dreams you have hidden in the recesses of your heart. It’s never too late to start dreaming again. Dreams can be reached no matter what the age and no matter what has transpired in your life. Like Caleb of old, you can conquer that mountain. The only limitation standing in your way is yourself. It’s time to dream again. Think about it.