That word.

Remember our word?

Have you thought about yours in a while?

I think about mine sometimes in the ebb and in the flow.

Free.

And I have tried to kick fear’s rear so many times in my past.

I’ve written about it.

I’ve cried about it.

I’ve tried.

I’ve succeeded.

I’ve failed.

I’ve been round and round with it.

And I am struggling again.

Fear.
That dirty dirty word.

I have been reading through a Beth Moore book entitled So Long Insecurity for about six months now.

And she says she believes all insecurity is based in fear.

When you meet insecurity in yourself just ask, “What am I afraid of here?”

And I am finding that she is right.

Which is probably why this book has taken me six months to read.

It’s too stinkin’ hard to accept.

Even harder to put the truths into action.

I don’t always want to face my fears.

Sometimes I just want to sit in them.

Like this fear about the blog and what it reveals and what I should be doing with my writing here.

And I have so appreciated your thoughts and comments and prayers.

I’m not just saying that.

I have read them aloud to my husband and we have been discussing and thinking and pursuing truth.

I know that I don’t want to live in fear.

I want to be free.

And now I am trying to determine what that looks like – here, in this format.

Thank you for struggling through the mess with me.