Sometimes I feel guilty about my fear. As a Christian, I have heard the declarations over fear and the claims that it is a sin. I've read all of the verses in scripture that say, "Do not fear." I know that fear, like laziness or greed, is a vice. But is it opposed to faith?
Today I want to share a podcast interview that has been one of the best messages on fear I have ever heard. I hope it inspires you as much as it inspires me!
Doing hard things makes us stronger. The more I have been stretched, the bigger I can dream. I used to confine my dreams to my backyard, but now there is possibility. Because I know I can do anything for an hour.
When I'm done crying, I blink out the tears, wipe my eyes, and move on feeling stronger instead of weaker.
I believe the danger in identifying with a mental disorder is that we can begin to embrace our thoughts as though they were not disordered--as thought they were a healthy, normal part of us that don't need to be challenged.
What if being safe and listening the CDC guidelines is not an act of fear at all but an act of love?
Sometimes we feel like the world is falling apart. Like the disciples panicking in the storm, we look at the waves and wind and wonder when the boat will sink.
Whenever we have a conviction and cannot or do not live by it, we create a mental distance between our beliefs and our actions--we are singing two notes that don't go together. To protect ourselves, we mute the noise. As the distance grows, so does our guilt and despair.
I just finished the third draft of my novel, and I'm finally finding room in my mind for more book ideas. I'm dreaming about gardening warriors and a girl with anxiety finding solace in a fantastical world where one's monsters can be beaten. But I'm also fighting some old fears that keep regenerating like so... Continue Reading →