Guest Post: In Line With Our Dreams…Or Not

There’s not a lot to say here other than I totally adore this girl. We met in our early London days and so much has changed in our lives since, but our friendship has only grown. Check out her words, coming from the girl living the good and bad days of her dream. You can read more about her at the end of the post. -Micaela

Here’s the way I like to think about myself in relation to my dreams, and about the line that connects me to them: Strong, solid, as though I’m in a boat and that line is a sturdy chain reaching down to the ocean floor.

With my dreams as an anchor at the end.

After all, isn’t that what Paul says in Hebrews? “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.”

Now here’s the way I more often feel in relation to my dreams: Weak, wavering, as though I’m ten years old again and that line is attached to a capricious kite. The kite being my dreams.

There’s hardly any wind to lift the dumb thing off the ground, and when a breeze does pick up, the kite dips and dives and drops away from me, forever uncontrollable. Up when things go right and I hear back from editors (as a freelance writer, this isn’t always the case); down when things don’t and my inbox is empty.

But a little while ago, I came across a verse, another classic from Paul, that began to change my perspective: “The lines of purpose in your lives never grow slack, tightly tied as they are to your future in heaven, kept taut by hope.” (Colossians 1:5, MSG).

There were a lot of words in there I didn’t recognise, not when it comes to feeling secure in my dreams, at least: Never slack, tightly tied, taut.

Each phrase paints a picture of a kite filled to the max with wind, soaring so high it’s actually pulling at the spindle of string in your hand. Certainly not the measly, homemade kite I often feel stuck with, especially when another round of doubts and questions kick up:

Am I really a writer? Will my book ever be published? What am I doing with my life?

Sound familiar?

But Paul’s verse was a revelation – that no matter how far away I sometimes feel from realizing my dreams, if I stay grounded in a perspective of heaven and continually acknowledge my true purpose here on earth, then I’m closer to my dreams than I think.

Pursuing your dreams isn’t easy. Keeping the faith often feels more like a roller coaster of emotions. But that’s where things like belief and hope come into play.

Because ultimately, the spool of kite string isn’t in our hands. It’s in God’s.


Candace Rose Rardon is a writer and photographer with a passion for travel and adventure. After finishing her Masters in Travel Writing from London’s Kingston University, she celebrated by driving an auto-rickshaw 3,000 kilometers across India. Thankfully she lived to write about it and can’t wait to see where her dreams take her next. Read about her travels at The Great Affair and on Twitter.

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Have Peace, Take Heart!

I had this petrifying thought the other day. I was day dreaming of all things pretty. I.e. What big life change will be next. I like elaborate, life-altering changes, you see. Moving to London was big but that was four years ago now. I need something else new and fresh, because I’m 22 and I’m still in that stage of life where I crave adventure.

Well, I say that I crave adventure, but it’s not entirely true. I do desire a big life full of great experiences, but I also love routine. You have no idea how much I like knowing what I’m doing everyday and that I will get paid a consistent salary at the end of the month. Yet I have this constant unsettledness inside that wants to take risks now, while I can. Yes, fear of the unknown scares the heck out of me, but mediocrity scares me even more.

My personal definition of mediocrity being…? Letting opportunities pass me by in case it won’t work out. Working for money and not passion. Essentially, mediocrity to me is choosing the safe road instead of the leap-of-faith road. So until I find the passion that will drive the cause of my life, I’ll just keeping jumping off cliffs. (Figuratively speaking, obviously!)

Anyway, now that you have the back story to my day-dreaming, I’ll get back to this terrifying thought I had. It was simply the possibility of loneliness and displacement that may befall me as the repercussion to another drastic decision. Once the fun is over and the sun has set, who will I be? Where will I be? What will I want?

Will I be happy? It’s the greatest paradox of our human existence; the pursuit of happiness.

Quite a depressing moment, it was. Realising and eventually accepting that no, I will not always be happy. In fact, God forbid, sometimes I will be desperately unhappy. Thinking of the future heartache, frustration and disappointment that I am yet to experience in my future. Pre-empting the worst.

The Bible puts it perfectly:

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

You will have trouble, without a doubt. Have peace. Take heart. He has overcome the world! What GOOD news. 

So, yes, I will have trouble. But when I set my foundations on the promises of God and truly take Him at His word – that He has overcome the world – I will have peace. Not necessarily always joy, but peace. Peace that surpasses all understanding, in fact. (Philippians 4:7)

It’s important that I remember there are also some utterly amazing moments yet to make my acquaintance. I haven’t even sctratched the surface of life and all it has to offer – the bad but also the good. After thoughtful consideration, I’ve decided I would experience the bad 10x over if it meant I got the good stuff too.

I’ll take it all, please and thank-you. Every season, stage and phase that the menu of life has to offer. Happiness is transient and temporary, God is not. 

And to think that I’ve already faced fire in my short life, and much of it now but a distant memory. I only have forgiveness to thank for that. I am so much stronger than I was because I discovered that I had a choice. The choice to be refined by the suffering, or to be burned. I daily choose the former, along with a healthy dose of God’s grace, and He’s doing something beautiful in my heart.

I’m happy, for now, and that’s good enough for me.

Can you relate to any of the above? How do you feel about taking risks, and what’s your greatest fear when it comes to stepping out of your comfort zone?