“Without fear there cannot be courage.”
~ Christopher Paolini
I'm a self-professed fraidy cat.
I'm not very brave.
I fear the unknown.
It's not that I'm a worrier, though I can't quite reconcile the two; it's more that I'm held hostage by irrational thought. Sometimes it prevents me from doing things I'd really like to try--
walking across the swinging bridge at Rock City
flying to the pinnacle of breathtaking Austrian alps...and then skiing down
This isn't a faith in God thing for me. It's not about trusting him in the here and now for salvation, eternal life, forgiveness, redemption (I do); although I believe he's wired me the way I am, and, any victory is a result of a Kingdom work in me.
But practically speaking, I'm learning to conquer (non-height-related fears) by asking a simple question:
What's the worst thing that can happen?
Then I consider the scenarios, trying to imagine the Very Worst Thing that can happen, and the paralysis is cured.
I'm able to live ~ fully live ~ in and then through the moment.
And, you know what? The Very Worst Thing has never happened.
Written in response to The Gypsy Mama's "Five Minute Friday" writing prompt; this week's theme, Brave. And it usually takes me about 10 minutes to squeeze in what most others can write in five, so there ya go--I'm a rule bender :).
Your turn: Do you consider yourself brave? How do you conquer your fears? Or do you live a life sometimes paralyzed by "what ifs" and/or worry?