My Life Has Killed the Dream I Dream, Or Has It?
Losing the dream you were living is not the same as losing the dream you were made for.
When exhaustion buries your calling, the answer is not to strive more. It is rebuilding the conditions that let the dream breathe again.
I spent years in special operations. The work demanded everything. Precision. Control. The ability to keep moving when every cell in me wanted to stop. I was good at it. I was also quietly becoming a stranger to the thing I had wanted my whole life.
Somewhere in a drawer, I kept a page I had written as a younger man. On it was the life I believed I was made for. Not the missions. Something larger. A calling to lead people toward healing, toward purpose, toward God.
For a long stretch, I stopped reading that page. Not because I forgot it. Because reading it hurt. I had built a life the world respected, first in uniform, then in ministry, then advising some of the world’s largest companies. And still, late at night, the dr…
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