My husband called me out on something I posted the other day. In a loving way, of course.
He didn't actually have to finish his sentence. After he read my Words for Wednesday last week, I knew where he was going when he said, "So you've got this quote in here from Jen Hatmaker about wanting kids to be brave and how you want that, too…"
I knew what he was getting at.
I want to be the brave mom that raises the brave kids. But on a lot of days, it's not my nature.
My nature is to be protective.
And afraid.
The closer you get to accomplishing God's purpose, the more fear you feel. And I think this is true whether you are certain of your task or not. Or whether you even have a clue that a task exists.
Truth be told, I'm afraid all the time.
I'm a mother. Yes, my children lead about as safe and secure little lives as they could ask for, and I have all the confidence in the world in those with whom I entrust my children when I am not with them…but I'm still always terrified about the "what ifs".
I'm at least a little afraid (and sometimes a lot) every time I post on this blog.
On a more superficial level, I'm terrified of revolving doors, the ones that are enclosed. I am certain I will get stuck in one. (FYI, you can read more about that on Thursday at Mississippi Women Bloggers!)
Fear can paralyze, or fear can spur one on to action. There are times when one is appropriate, and others when the other is what's needed.
It is your choice.
And it is mine.
My choice.
Having processed all of this, to the extent that I can, I've made a decision.
To choose something else. To choose something better...
Today, I choose hope.
Today, I choose joy.
Today, I choose bold.
What will you choose?
