"Larissa, don't forget why you are here"
And it hit me like a million bricks falling from the sky.
Every night I stare at the list of dreams that hangs on the wall in front of my bed knowing that none of them would be even the slightest bit possible without Jesus holding my hand. Each one of them scares me. Terrifies me in fact. But not in a bad way, more like in a way that makes me more eager to see them come to pass. Even the normal ones like 'have a beautiful happy marriage' shows me that I can't do this life alone, that I'm just human. I slip up everyday but I am so so grateful for a God of grace. A God that doesn't look at me and sees a hopeless mess but a God that looks at me and sees a world changer and gives me the chance to be one. Regardless of how often I doubt, he has a plan for me to see me prosper. Sometimes I lose sight of this plan. Its so easy to become so engrossed in momentary circumstances but He reminded me that I am here for a purpose.
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