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Taking a Risk. Big words for a fearful time.


Take a risk.  Face your fear.  Easy words to say...hard actions to do.  Big words for a fearful time.  The true meaning is terrifying.  

"It is a choice, not a feeling," are the words to myself as I try to re-engage with my life.  

If my husband or my boys or family need me, I would walk through fire to be there.  Now, I need to take care of me and I'm acting like a sheepish baby squirrel.  

I take myself by the shoulders and say, "look at me!"  "You are brave and very courageous.  Take the risk.  Jump out of the boat.  You are not the lost little girl.  You are a mighty warrior.  God is leading you and bringing up the rear."

I believe I am at a do or die crossroad.  With my health, my ministry, my family, finances and my career.  

And honestly...I'm scared.  I don't want to look back to this point and live with regret.  

I want to take the risk.   
With all my heart, I do.  

I want to feel the desire burning in my belly to be more than I am.  

I want to face my last demons and to lead and influence change.  

I want to be who God wants me to be and not who I am.

I shout to the wind so my heart will hear it, "Screw failure.  Screw fear.  Screw feeling as I'm not good enough or can't do this. Screw intimidation.
 I'm going to live."

Today. 






Fear stifles our thinking and actions. It creates 

 indecisiveness that results in stagnation. I have known 

 talented people who procrastinate indefinitely rather 

 than risk failure. Lost opportunities cause erosion of 

 confidence, and the downward spiral begins. Charles 

 Stanley

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