How then shall I live? Shall I live an authentic, daring, free, fearless life? Or, shall I remain imprisoned by the thoughts, actions, hurts, judgements of others? It seems like a silly question. And yet, it's harder than I would think. Being free. Unentangled. Able to fly. Able to try. Able to risk. But, it is what I am called to be. Called. Can it be? Me? One who has chosen to part from her husband. Can God use me? Really use me? My story? My pain?
I want to fearlessly pursue what He has for me. It's going to be hard because in the fearlessness, some others will rush to thinking that I am inconsiderate or unkind. Or that it wasn't a hard decision for me. Or that I don't have pain.
Yet. It calls to me. This fearlessness. This brazenly bold call to thrive and not just survive.
I want it. I long for it. I trust God for it.
But I have a habit of holding back. Of waiting. Of being scared. Of caring too much. Not in the good way...but in the way that holds me prisoner to the thoughts of others.
I want to be FEARLESS. Daily. Completely. Joyfully.
I want to fearlessly pursue what He has for me. It's going to be hard because in the fearlessness, some others will rush to thinking that I am inconsiderate or unkind. Or that it wasn't a hard decision for me. Or that I don't have pain.
Yet. It calls to me. This fearlessness. This brazenly bold call to thrive and not just survive.
I want it. I long for it. I trust God for it.
But I have a habit of holding back. Of waiting. Of being scared. Of caring too much. Not in the good way...but in the way that holds me prisoner to the thoughts of others.
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