yesterday on my commute to work, two of the songs on the radio station I listen to included the phrases “don’t be afraid.”
i’m like gibbs with the whole coincidence thing; i don’t really believe in them. so this made me figuratively straighten up & incline my ear heavenward.
i left my house earlier than i thought i needed to, so i got to work forty minutes early & decided to obtain me some breakfast before going in for the day.
(it appears i need the fear of the Lord to supersede my newfound fear of blazing hot tim horton’s coffee, but that is a WHOLE OTHER STORY, my friend.)
i pulled my bible open to joshua & read the first chapter but honestly can’t tell you about what i read since after i burnt my tongue i felt the flavor & zest of life would be forever lost to me, to the point at which not even a MAIZE AND BLUE SPRINKLED DONUT could invoke recovery.
especially since it was mostly eaten at that point.
i’m thinking now, typing on my phone because my laptop’s still at work, wondering, what am i afraid of? what invokes & curates fear within me?
(you know, besides fiery hot coffee.)
and i think i’m afraid, sometimes, to do the hard thing.
i’m afraid to live in the freedom of published words so i’ve cowered under the hard knuckles of silent slavery & lived in the desert of words wasted.
& i’m a little terrified to take an unconventional weapon & take hold of the promised land.
y’all know i’ve been writing an ebook, & if you’ve been eagerly wondering where that’s been, let me tell you: it’s coming. it’s coming soon.
because i’m done living scared.
& because we were made to live free.