Craig D. Lounsbrough

Fear left unrestrained always leaves us running __rom_ something. Fear harnessed compels us to run __o_ something. And fear denied leaves us running in circles.

I spend a tremendous amount of time carefully choosing the roles I wish to play so that I can run from the role I was born to play. And if I keep on doing that, I will eventually set foot in my grave never having set foot on the stage.

We think that boxes take everything that__ bad and they lock all that nasty stuff out, when in reality they take everything that we are and they lock all of those great things in.

What would behoove me to instantly declare God not to be God unless He followed my script in some tediously exacting manner? I must confess that I am less likely to believe that it__ a matter of some narcissistic demand that I freely pen my own script. Rather, I think it__ fear that I__ too inadequate to follow God__.

If I am sufficiently brave to extract the cancer of fear, I have effectively gutted my conviction that what stands before me is impossible.

The more we construct lives that prioritize safety, the bigger the prison we construct around ourselves.

Be absolutely assured that we will die long before our own deaths if we ever allow the fear of adulthood to kill the wonder of childhood.

Comfort is not a goal that I seek, rather it is a place that I hide.

If there__ any redeeming quality that I can find in running away from something, it__ that I__ on my feet. Now all I__e got to do is alter my direction.

We can certainly run from a lot of things. But when we eventually pull up exhausted and entirely out of breath, we are rather shocked to discover that we haven__ been able to create any distance between ourselves and what we__e been running from regardless of how fast we might have been running and how far we think we might have gotten.

Safety is not a destination that we reach for, rather it is a retreat that we escape to. And if our lives are marked by the incessant search for safety, we will live the whole of it going in reverse.

Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?

Sadly, it seems that I have the proclivity to create plenty of devils, but most of the time I don__ even go looking for angels.

We will understand the depth of our vision when at some point we are finally faced with the price we must pay to achieve it. And when the price comes calling, most visions end up falling.

Fear is my mind painstakingly creating the worse-case scenario and then putting it on steroids.

To __retend_ is to say that I__ willing to waste the precious energy that it takes to pretend, and I__ unwilling to cultivate the bravery that it takes to be real. And I am at a complete loss to pretend that either of these aren__ true.

Too often fear is fiction madly running amuck, all the while madly tracking __uck_ across the floor of fact.

Running_ is driven by panic. __estination_ is driven by thought. And while it__ terribly painful to admit, incessantly pretending that I do the latter doesn__ replace the fact that I__ constantly doing the former.