Finding Courage

Where has the time gone? Usually, when I'm waiting, watching for something to happen time moves so slowly. Anticipation is the sticky substance that makes the moments creep sluggishly. But not this time. It's flying by far too quickly and I seem to be running out of moments. There are so many decisions to be made and I have been so fearful to make them. I think that is why things are speeding by me. Fear. I feel paralyzed. I am so envious when I hear other women making hard decisions and confronting issues with courage and confidence. I tend to run screaming in the opposite direction when I need to face the hard stuff. What am I afraid of? I suppose rejection, someone's angry words, hurt feelings, being vulnerable. Fear is something that I am going to have to give over to God in order to prevent Satan from using it as a weapon against me. I know that fear stops me from being what I could be in Christ and allows me to hide from confrontation and change. Fear is me holding on to the reigns and not letting go...letting God.

For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." ~ Romans 8:15

I don't want to be a slave to fear any longer. I'm not exactly sure where to start. I'm a bit fearful, to be perfectly honest. I know I have to face things head-on and just trust in the power of God to protect me, uphold me and give me the courage I need. As a true daughter of the King of Kings, I must hold my head high and be fearless. Call me Becky the Bold in Christ!