#fromthejournalfridays continues with a poem on being fearless from church last year; before leaving for London, before meeting Chris (my now husband), these were the words on my heart:
May 5, 2019
you're calling me out of fear into safety, not just courage not just conquering because those aren't for me to do or be it is for you to breakthrough and change everything but first, safety: a meal, communion. peace. joy. enjoyment of what is given, what safety is, means. you're not calling me to conquer my fear today; you're calling me to be safe, to rest in your embrace to know that my name is fearless-- my name is fearless. I can get up and follow you because it's safe here the risks I take, I do not take alone. it is safe here. my heart is safe in your hands.
I do not have to make myself fearless-- you make me brave and you know me as fearless you know my true identity behind the walls I hide behind to placate the fears and make myself safe. you shatter the barriers. you already have once. you'll do it again, but this time it won't break me. this time it'll build me it'll build something brand new. something safe.
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