Live a little

I'd like to think of myself as a writer. But most times when I put a pen to a book, I can't seem to decide on exactly what to write about. Its like there's this war of words going on in my head evoking a myriad of motions too conflicting to handle. So I pull my pen away & live to fight another day. Or maybe its just because I'm scared that it won't be good enough.

Admitting this fear is no fun because it exposes my raw hide & leaves so many parts of me vulnerable and prey to any psychotic stalker.  Okay... Maybe I exaggerated... my point is, sometimes you have to be hard on yourself & for good reason too. I wonder if there is such a thing as being too hard on yourself because I've been called stiff several times & it wasn't pretty. 8 out of 10 times it was to do something shady.

Sometimes safety can be a good thing. Other times, it confines, limits & restricts you. So break out of your comfort zone. Leave your pillow. Do something that scares the hell outta you - sing at the top of your lungs, go bungee jumping, speak in front of a crowd, say hi to a stranger, travel...

Live a little

If wishes were...

I wish I could live my life
Devoid of fear
Far away from pain and rejection
Close to love and peace of mind.

I wish I was invisible
Only then would I escape unpleasant situations
That tend to overwhelm me
And make me feel blue

I wish I could forget the past
And face the Future
With hope in my heart
And a smile on my face

I wish I was an angel
Giving hope to the hopeless
And lending a helping hand
To those in need.

I wish...

"Face em"

When I was little, I loved to play. My neighbour had these little wild wiener dogs that were always chained. But one day, to my chagrin, I heard RUFFRUFFRUFFRUFFRUFF. It didn't sound like it was coming from afar off. I looked and saw a fat brown wiener dog making a dash at me nipping at my heels. Instead of facing the little turd, I got scared and took off sprinting back into my house.
The dang thing came out of nowhere & completely startled me. Then the random sprint sent me into a wheezing fit as I tried to slow my breathing. Eventually, I found my pace again but it took a while before I'd go out comfortably without searching every nook and cranny to make sure there was no dog lurking nearby. Even today, I'm still scared of dogs but it got me thinking; just when we are getting  comfortable, strong and steady at the pace in the race of life, those darn things come barking out of nowhere. Most of the times, we can't help but sprint away in fear & it takes a toll on our pace in the race. We've all been chased by wiener dogs but in Christ we have the power to turn around, face the little pest and say NO! SIT! And we can run with endurance the race set before us.
So breathe!
Lace up!
And keep going.

Faith in possibilities

When a man pays attention to the voice of fear, it becomes impossible to hear the wisdom of faith.

Fear is a thief. It robbed Peter of a perfectly good walk on water, and kept the 11 in the boat.
_Bill Johnson.

Your glory is hidden in the things you fear.
So step out of your comfort zone and explore the possibilities.