I used to sing…
constantly.
No matter the time, place, or mood,
I always sang.
I still always sing,
but I've gotten a little more discreet about it.
I used to dream of fame.
I wanted to sing in front of thousands.
I'd let People magazine into my home and allow them to interview me.
The cover would say, 'Meet Karah Park: America's Newest Sweetheart'.
The people would fall in love with my personality,
I was sure of it.
I would spend my class periods in middle school scrawling out my signature over and over again.
My autograph had to be perfect, right?
I'd rehearse my speech for the fateful day when I finally won a Grammy.
I'd write music and imagine it being played on the radio.
I was always a dreamer.
My dreams are entirely different now.
Now I dream of poverty stricken countries.
I dream of holding children who I've never met and rocking them to sleep.
I dream of looking into their eyes and praying over their futures.
I dream of taking a prostitute's hand into mine and whispering the word 'beautiful' to her over and over again.
I dream of singing in a small one room church that is hardly an escape from the south african heat.
I dream of dancing in the streets of remote villages and witnessing the joy that comes only from completely giving up yourself.
I dream of praising God when I witness a divine healing.
I dream of loving in ways I never imagined I could.
I dream of obedience to my Savior.
I no longer dream of my fame.
I dream only of bringing fame to my Creator.
And I never want to dream of anything else.
