I have been afraid for years now. I do not know from whence my fear came, nor can I recall the moment at which my fears began, but I do know that somewhere within me lays the fears of the world. Within the pit of my soul complacency has reproduced, mating with the resonating feeling of procrastination, breeding the desire for acceptance. I have feared what others thought about every facet of me. My hair, my face, my body, my thoughts, my behaviors, my writings, my ideas...simply and complexly me.
By succumbing to the thoughts and ideals of others, I have done nothing to hinder their criticisms, yet everything to cease my true fulfillment of my happiness for my life. Beginning today, I have made the decision to no longer live in Fear, but by faith. As a child, I can often remember the pastor of my home church reciting James 2:17 "Faith without works is dead"
I challenge myself that every week I will begin to do something new (or something old) and incorporate it into my life. The first goal is to beginning writing everyday.
