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TITLE: Potential is a Glorious Land | Previous Challenge Entry
By Helen Carr
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Potential is the most amazing, un-real place. It is a place where excitement is magnified; ten, twenty, one hundred times over. Upon entering, I dip my toes into the bubbling pool of new ideas; instantly the breeze in my brain builds to a thunderous storm, revealing a cartography of avenues and promenades to walk down, dance upon, fly over. Where should I start? Here? There? Run, girl, run! Don’t miss the chance to explore this world of possibilities.
Dream. Go on, I dare you!
For it is here, in this in-between realm that dreams are made, merging and morphing in miniscule moments. Stories are crafted; characters are born and grow up and transform. Diaries, journals, letters and songs; these are but some of the elusive creatures who dwell in its realms, the hide-and-seekers who secretly long to be not just found, but brought to life.
Nothing is certain - nothing is not possible.
I reach out. I catch something! It wriggles and squirms and gets away; darting this way and that, it beckons me to follow it. Come back, Whisp.
No, no no no! The storm is abating. The boundaries of this beautiful world are collapsing in on themselves, crushed by the revelation of Reality’s presence.
I feel . . . scared? No, frustrated. And angry. I long for the ease of Potential to return; there, I am free to dream, to spend my time in ponderings and considerations, where perfection is effortless and achievement is free for all.
‘Tis a stark contrast, indeed.
The notebook, just moments ago a feather-light portal to endless possibilities, is now a dead weight in my hands. I put it back on the ledge. Its pages appear to defy the very laws of nature, hovering in mid-air for the briefest of moments, then falling gently.
Whiiiisssssppppp.
With a semi-smile I start to push through the suffocating wall of doubts and heckling and lies erected by Reality’s minions,
“It’s too hard.”
I . . .
“You can’t do it.”
. . . can do . . .
“You’ll get lost!”
. . . all things . . .
And then the mother of them all,
“Come on, you know you’re not up to this challenge; forget Potential, that’s a realm reserved for those who CAN. And you, my dear, have proven yourself to be anything BUT a success.”
Ouch.
I hang my head; I cannot argue with Logic. I mean, it's right; I have left Potential so many times before, each time failing to recall the train on which I’d travelled its roads by. And so it seemed that, once again, failure was to be my companion.
A gentle breeze nudged my hand, a whisper touched my heart,
You can do all things through Him who gives you strength.
Could I? Dare I try one more time? The cost of releasing this dream is huge; the burden of being responsible for determining its outcome – what if I took the wrong path and it flopped to the ground, lifeless and unable to be revived?
But . . . what if it came to life, evolving, growing bigger than I'd imagined possible? What if there was no right or wrong destiny for this dream, just a destiny to be fulfilled . . . and I was the one chosen by the Creator to hold its course true?
Could God trust me?
Could I trust that God had brought us – mere human and divine inspiration – together, and that together we might actually be successful?
Will I have the tenacity to put pen to paper, to turn this notebook into a dog-earred mess of blue, black and red biro, of highlighters and scribble and footnotes and endnotes? Tears, sacrifice, yesses to “it” and no to self?
The answer is a weak,self-doubting yes. I will do it; not for me, but for the glory of him who has called me, and equipped me, to do this work, to build his Kingdom and encourage those who reside there.
A new sensation - no, not new, just long-asbent.
Peace. You found me.
Yes, Potential is a truly beautiful and glorious land - when God is in command.
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