Punch holes in your fears
Fear hovers like fog.
It gathers, hesitates, stays.
We read what confirms.
See, I am right to be afraid;
I have reason to fear.
Light dims
Pulling up our covers, to
our hideout, our cocoon, our tent.
Safety suffocates…
if not self imposed,
then self-perpetuated.
Punch holes in what frightens you.
Not with fists,
but with learning,
with truth,
with prayer,
by conversation with a trusted confidante.
Pepper your fears with puncture.
Then, look through them
to what they’ve been hiding:
the life God imagines for you.
Step into it.
Posted on January 3, 2018, in Christian, God, poetry and tagged bravery, courage, discernment, Fear, fog. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
AMAZING!! ✨🙏😇❤️
Thanks Joy!
Fear weighs us down while keeping us a prisoner.
So true, Desiray. But just the smallest hole can show us our ability to contend with it and make our way through it.