When I was little, my imagination was my favorite place to live. In that world, I could dance, fly, and run—things my physical body couldn’t do. While cerebral palsy may have limited my movements, it never limited my creativity. What I didn’t realize then was that imagination wasn’t just an escape; it was one of God’s greatest gifts to help me see beyond my limitations.
God designed imagination as a bridge between the seen and the unseen. It’s how He stirs dreams in our hearts and reveals possibilities we can’t yet touch. As C.S. Lewis once said, “Reason is the natural order of truth, but imagination is the organ of meaning.”
When I write, I live in that space between reason and wonder. My stories are full of faith, fantasy, and glimpses of Heaven because that’s how I’ve learned to process the world around me. Imagination lets me communicate what my body sometimes can’t—it gives me language for hope.
I’ve often found that people misunderstand imagination as something childish or unrealistic. But when you think about it, every miracle begins with a divine imagination. God imagined the universe before speaking it into being. Jesus used parables—stories filled with imagery and symbolism—to teach eternal truths. Faith itself requires imagination: believing in what we cannot yet see.
For me, imagination has always been a lifeline. On difficult days, when pain and frustration creep in, imagination helps me see beyond the moment. It reminds me that I’m not confined by circumstance. Through it, I find myself in the company of angels, heroes, and fellow dreamers who remind me that every challenge is a chapter, not the whole story.
I believe God gives each of us imagination as a sacred tool for healing. It helps us envision possibilities when life feels stuck. It nurtures empathy because it allows us to step into someone else’s shoes. And it breathes new life into weary souls who have forgotten how to dream.
When I speak to parents of children with disabilities, I often tell them: nurture your child’s imagination. Let them dream wildly. Don’t rush to bring them “back to reality.” Imagination doesn’t deny reality—it expands it. It teaches us to see our reality through God’s lens, where no obstacle is too great and no life too small to shine with purpose.
Even now, when I close my eyes and picture Heaven, I imagine a world without barriers—where everyone can move freely, laugh fully, and love completely. That vision keeps me grounded in hope. It’s what motivates me to keep creating, writing, and sharing my story.
If you’ve forgotten how to imagine, take a moment today to ask God to rekindle that spark. Dream again. Create again. Believe again. The same God who formed galaxies also formed your creative spirit, and He longs for you to use it.
Imagination doesn’t erase pain, but it transforms it into possibility. It helps us see what God sees—that our lives are not defined by limitation but by grace, creativity, and purpose.
So next time your world feels small, close your eyes and imagine Heaven’s perspective. You might just find that your story—no matter how challenging—is already a masterpiece in the making.
