Trust. Trust is my go-to word...has been for a while now. I know it's my go-to word because it is the last thing that comes alive to me when (not if) I am rattled, anxious, peeved...right in a word. Right, according to me, is fear's hidey hole.
Fear drives its own glory train...inviting us to climb aboard, daring us not to. That is fear dressed to kill when we get wrapped up in it, so we move on.
Our hard lesson learning is to trust welcoming our feelings of fear...we've learned from experience that resisting fear is its virtual Miracle-Gro. We have also got our hard-earned experience of being incapable of feeling that first frisson of fear without also feeling clutched by No!
That is where our trust begins to take root. I suspect some smart person realized that and wrote, Feel the fear and do it anyway.
Fear lives...just as love lives. Fear has a louder mouth is all...love whispers, fear shouts. Yet, fear can never have the last word. God is love, and love is the last word.
No language of counting or commanding can get you there.-- Anonymous
Thank you.
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