Unashamed Rom116

I wish someone had told me that following the vision would hurt sometimes

INTRODUCTION

When they told me about chasing my dream, they didn’t tell me it would be hard. They made it glossy — and yes, it is glossy. It’s fun. It’s freeing. But there’s another side no one talks about. The one where you wake up one morning, step out of your bubble, open your eyes, and realise that what’s around you doesn’t quite match the energy you’ve poured in.

The Ache of Becoming

I have this vision — you can’t look at it, but I can see it when I close my eyes. I can describe it so clearly that it almost feels tangible. I continue to work on it, shaping it, refining it, expecting it to look a certain way, to produce certain outcomes. I’ve prayed about it, cried about it, and dedicated long hours to it. But sometimes, I look around and wonder, Why doesn’t it look like it yet?

When I look around for someone who believes in the dream as much as I do, sometimes I find silence. And in those quiet moments, I question my sanity. Am I the only one who can see this? Is this dream even real — or am I just imagining things that will never come to pass?

This path — I can see where I began, but sometimes I can’t see the end of the road. I just keep walking. I know where I’m going, but I don’t know when I’ll get there. The current situation doesn’t vanish just because I have a vision. I still have responsibilities, bills, moments of doubt. I still wake up every day to work on this dream, but its fulfilment in the physical world feels delayed.

It’s glittery in my heart, but dim in my hands. It’s like living in two worlds — one radiant and full of faith, and one quiet and uncertain. And sometimes, the gap between them feels too wide.

There are days I ask myself if it will feed me, if it will sustain itself — or if I should settle for something safer, something more “reasonable.” And my mind displays in vivid detail the statistics of all failed ambitions. And I ask myself what makes me think I am so special that I won’t join the statistics. If it were so simple, everyone would be doing it. 

Living in the Evidence of Faith

But here’s what I’ve realised — the only true failure is giving up.

I’d rather live in this colour-graded bubble of mine, where everything is possible. Because it is. Just give it time, and everyone will see that glossy world of your imagination. Of what you pictured when you started working on your dream. God never gives half-measures. He promised “exceedingly, abundantly more than all we ask or imagine.”

This blog was once just in my head, but now you are reading it. I know my dreams will come true. They keep me awake at night and get me out of bed at 4 am. They are real, in the twinkling of an eye…

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen

Still, I won’t lie — it’s hard. Sometimes, you’ll question your calling. You’ll look at your life and wonder if anything is really changing. You’ll feel behind. You’ll feel small. But don’t let that stop you. Because even when it doesn’t look like it, you are moving.

You’re better this minute than you were the previous one. You’re closer every single time. The more you go on, the closer you’re getting to the goal.

You are Living your Dream

And maybe the most freeing thing God is teaching me is this: there is no final destination. It’s all a journey. Every dream, every goal, every achievement — it’s just a piece of the path you chose to put into focus.

Where you are right now was once a dream, too. It might not be the part you picked up to work on, but it’s still part of the dream you had. This moment is an answered prayer in progress. You are ALREADY walking in purpose.

So enjoy the road. Celebrate the steps.
Even when it’s slow, even when it’s quiet, even when it doesn’t look how you imagined.

Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord enjoys to see the work begin

CONCLUSION

The destination you’re thinking of is just another part of the journey. You can be happy when you’re two miles away, or forty miles away, because you’re not exactly forty miles away — you’re in motion.

You never really know when the journey will end or how far you’ll get, but maybe that’s what makes it beautiful. There is no finish line; enjoy the walk with Him.

So breathe. Smile.

It’s called “living” because it’s continuous. You are walking, learning, growing, and becoming all at once.

And as you keep walking, step by step, grace by grace,
you’ll look back one day and realise — the journey was the miracle all along. 🌷

🧡Unashamed Rom116 – Elena 🧡