My hands clench. My breath comes in spurts. Pressure pushed on my chest. Hard. I look down at clenched hands and wonder, why? What or who is chasing me? FEAR.
Fear follows me, my constant companion. Am I good enough? Will I do this right? What if I mess up? What if I fail? What if something goes wrong?
And it will. Things do wrong. Sometimes I mess up. I fail.
But, more often than not, fear is the taunter that never measures up. He tells me the worst and sometimes the best happens. He tells me people won’t forgive and they will. He tells me God doesn’t love me and He does. He tells me that God will leave me and He doesn’t. God will not relax His hold on me, assuredly not.
Why do I listen to fear? Why do I let him suck the life breath out of me? It it a habit? Is he my idol? I didn’t used to think that the master spirit could be my idol but in order to to move forward I must RELEASE old habits and ideas.