Are you a coward? For much of my life, I’ve been one — at least a large part of the time. I’ve drifted along avoiding things that scared me, acting as though I could somehow cheat my fears without having to face them. I’m at the point in life where I can’t do that anymore.
I can either face the fears and become who I’m supposed to be or I can go back to hiding in cowardice. Now that I understand the truth about what I’ve done, though, I don’t think I can put it back into a box and hide it on a shelf. I have to confront the fears — and become the person God made me to be.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this issue since the first of the year. Something happened that made me ask myself whether I was going to continue being less than my best or if I intended to make the changes necessary to be who I wanted to be. If I’d realized all the implications of that when I started thinking about it, I might have run. But I didn’t. And once I let myself go down that road, I didn’t have any choice but to follow some trails to their logical conclusion.
I don’t claim to know the solution, but the modern church has failed
Hiding anger was a survival skill, so you might not know I’m angry
Genuine love is always extreme — and it rarely makes any sense
500 years after Luther’s 95 theses, there’s still not much to celebrate
Pro-free market candidates don’t promise price targets on gasoline
In a vulnerable moment, woman confesses she’s scared to change
Hermit life looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope