Destined

Have you seen this image of a young girl wearing an oversized pink gown with matching hat, staring at her own reflection in the mirror? I had a poster of her in my bedroom wall back home. There's this pearl necklace heavily laced around her neck. She’s got a loosely placed headdress on top of her head. In the poster is written, “ God gives us dreams a size too big so that we can grow into them”.

It was on my bedroom wall for many years. Mother gave me that poster when I was in 5th grade. At that age and stage, I know nothing better than to stay in my room and sing my favorite song. I would lay in my bed, arms crossed behind my neck, one foot on top of the other. Stare up at the ceiling of blank space. The only musing I get is when my gaze captures that girl in the pink gown.I read the cliche multiple times. It crystalized itself on my memory bank. I can tell you how she looks and what it said until now.

Can you recall the first image that you identify yourself as a child? How did you look like? What were you doing? Who is she that got tangled up in the fabric of your memory? Had your own dreams revolved and evolved around it?

I am glad that mother brought me the portrait and framed it in the most empty space on my wall. The monotonous and unspent summer days became the space to unravel my dreams.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" is still a question for big girls like you and me.

A dream is and should be larger than yourself. "Impossibility" is a requirement to define it.

It was a size too big, and yes until now, it appears grand and impossible.

If I calculate the little girl’s age, and she wears that pink dress again, it totally fits her now.

So, am I convincing myself that I'm finally fitting into my own? Are you convinced of yours?

Sometimes you have to ask the 6-year-old self her dreams to awaken yours.

Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. Psalm 16:5-6