Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on story.
Go.
My story is one of fear.
Always scared.
Looking over my shoulder, noticing those I pass.
Searching for monsters.
Looking for a feeling of safety.
At each turn, each new challenge, each thing I try, there is fear.
Every time the day turns to night, there is fear.
Taking a run in my neighborhood, there is fear.
Being alone in my house, there is fear.
Noises scare me.
Getting promoted terrified me.
Starting my own business made me stay up for months with panic.
Each new client I take on, fear.
Getting married was a blur of emotions, but the one that stands out is worry.
Buying a home scared me.
In parenting, there is too much fear to put in a box.
My blog fear of the raw and nakedness of my life.
Doing a race, trying a new yoga class, learning something new, at every single turn, there is fear.
So, when my little faces are scared, I remind them, mom is scared every day of her life.
Every single day kiddos, but I do it anyway.
I learn to swim so I can do a triathlon.
I take the promotion anyway.
I sleep with the lights on when alone.
I still go for that run.
I did marry dad, and we did have you and I am so happy I did.
And every decision I make, I am scared that I am messing it up but I make them anyway.
Because that's my actual story, even though I am scared, I do it anyway.
And I do it better because I use the fear to drive and motivate me, not stop me.
Never to stop me.
Yes, I wake up scared, yes I go to sleep scared.
Yes, I am scared most of the day.
Yes, this cannot be good for my health, but I am living.
I have a life and one that I built from the ground up.
Because it's true...being brave doesn't mean living without fear
it means being scared and doing it anyway.
My story is about walking through fear to get to what I need
what I have been looking for
and that is family.
My story is about walking through fear to find all of you on the other side and finding myself in the process.
Stop.
It is amazing how much "fear" is a part of our story. Yet as we look to the One whose story our lives tell, we look past the fear as He helps us to overcome. Keep telling your story to your littles and may they become brave as you do!
Dear Sabrina I pray that you can find comfort in Jesus who calms our fears.
I love reading real. Thank you. I live my life in fear also. But I know Jesus is with me in it. And when I am just on the edge, somehow He reigns me in, holds me close and calms my fears. I am in constant need of Him and I am glad. I build relationship with Him that way. I know Him better because of my fears and knowing I can draw close because He draws close first. I fear every time I write and push publish. #50 this week.