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I Want to Be a Disappointment

I'm going to say something bold: 
I want to be a disappointment.  

 I want to be a disappointment to the plans others had for me.  I want to be a disappointing world changer.   I want to be a disappointment to the voices of my past telling me I can't, I shouldn't, or I won't.

Because I will.



I will dare to dream what I have never been allowed to dream.  I will dare to pursue that dream.  I will dare to be different than the plans others have allowed for me and the plans I have allowed myself.

 I will dare to be mediocre.  I will dare to never be heard.  I will dare to be the fine print instead of the headline.  I will dare to change my own world first before I change anyone else's.  I will dare to impact a handful of people instead of the masses.

 I will dare to fail.  I will dare to fly and land in the dust.  I will dare to dust off my butt and try again.  I will dare to try something new and hate it.  I will dare to disappoint myself.

 I will dare to love Jesus with abandon.  I will dare to stop trying to live right to earn His love.  I will dare to accept that He loves me for me, not for what I can do.  I will dare to enjoy the life my God gave me.  I will dare to think that perhaps He has not called me to be a "world changer."  

 I will dare to change myself.  I will dare to be vulnerable.  I will dare to defy expectations of greatness.  I will dare to be humble.  I will dare to not care what others think of me.

I will dare to be happy.

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