Maybe you’re like me.
Maybe you’re The Girl with the Dreams.
All your life you’ve been dreaming. You know you’re meant to do something great. You love your God and you’re passionate about life and you have fire in your veins that moves you forward even when the going gets tough.
But as time goes by, it becomes ever more elusive. You take a step toward your dream only to look up and see it’s moved farther away, like that frustrating level of Super Mario where the gold coins look close, but they’re actually across an impassable river of lava.
What in the world? Why is this happening? Are you just a character being moved by the remote of God in the direction of your dream, only to find out that the dream is at the next level, and you keep dying before you can even get there?