Discouragement fear and depressionthree villains who lurk in the dark.They slip inside souls with a blindfold and goals to shatter your dreams and extinguish your spark.Their tactics are highly effective.They crush a great many each day.And under their spell it is easy to dwellOn fiascoes and failures that end in dismay.The heart and the mind are left heavy.The last speck of will is erased.And nothing stays on when these villains are gonebut a mouthful of bile with the bitterest taste.Alas You must conquer the scoundrelsElude dodge and keep them at bayTo feel fear slink in boring under your skinis a sign that his brothers are well on their way.So reach for your weapons against themTake hope and hard work in each handStrap faith on your hips and a prayer on your lipsand show those debasers how firmly you standDiscouragement fear and depressionthe truth should be known of these cads.Theyre empty and weak it is your strength they seek.Deny them and life is your wish in the bag.

The written word can make one pause and contemplate. It can make a reader sigh to dream or question a belief in considerable depth. But all of that is nothing if those words fail to touch the heart and make one feel.

Remember thisthe journey is part of the dream. Whatever it is youre chasing so long as you are actively moving in the right direction thedream is coming true.

Prayer faith and vision plus real effort too.Blend them together for one potent brewThe magical spell to your dreams coming true.

Between here and there is a journey illuminated by the rising and setting of a radiant sun. Dont miss its splendor in your all-fired hurry to cross the finish line.

Employing your imagination is the first step to the fulfillment of any dream.

Why only gaze at the stars Catch one

I believe in the uncommon the unusual and unlikely even the miraculous. I believe in nearly all things except impossibilities. That I cant fathom.

What do you mean I have to wait for someones approval Im someone. I approve. So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support

Gavin stood within the trees observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious but she didnt open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done.All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the words.Rainbows paint the sky til the sun melts their colors.Swinging in the wind whiskered cattails purr.The pigs gallop by and snort at the moonWhile frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.