Tuesday, April 07, 2009
fearless, or something like it
Worrying, indeed, seemed to be the twentieth century’s specialty.—P.G. Wodehouse
I’d forgotten that “stop being afraid” was one of the lines on this list. It will probably take more than just a spring, more than Lent, more than just the habit of writing the word fearless on my arm.
Though that helps.
More than anything, I want to be as strong and courageous as God meant for me to be, when he says—so many times!—do not be afraid.
He knows as well as anyone all the reasons we would have down here, for fear and terror and caution and worry. All the reasons why. And all the reasons why not.
Some nights I feel completely bold, ready to take on anything, anything at all.
And other times, I realize how completely vulnerable I am, how afraid I am for the safety of everyone I care about, how the future can look fanged and clawed from here.
It will take longer than Lent for me to learn this lesson—maybe longer than 2009. Probably. Of course it will. But I hope to keep walking and running in that direction. And Easter, oh Easter is Sunday! And what better reminder of all the things we don’t have to fear?—jl