fearing

We have forfeited our calling for the simple reason that we__e ignored the God who says that the __ossible_ is never bound by the __robable,_ and instead we__e dutifully heeded the god of fear that incessantly says the __ossible_ is anything but __robable.

When you choose your life, ignore people, when you make it in life, remember some friends, when you sing a song, praise your source, when predicaments arises, stand your ground.

The present is too often squandered grieving the past or fearing the future, which makes the present nothing more than a cheap facsimile of what was or what will be instead of what it could be.

A life spent in fear is not much of a life at all.

When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the song of my gypsy girl, the great wheel turns over and lands on a minor key. It is then that you come of age and life means nothing to you. To live, to die, to overdose, to fall in a coma in the street... it is all the same. It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel. And there being only life, the young cling to it, they fear death_ And they should! ...For they are 'in' life.

Be bold, don't be boring.

People fear nothing as much as boredom and they will do unimaginable things to make it go away.

Denial is fear gone delusional. Acceptance is fear given to God. Engaging is fear overruled by God. Victory is fear banished by God.

I cannot be afraid of being afraid. Rather, I need to realize that it is my fear that gives me the energy to wrestle that which I fear into the dirt that is soon to become the road underneath my feet.

I think that it is infinitely wiser to accept the fact that we__e afraid, for in accepting our fear we are in no way granting it the power to crush us. Rather we are finally empowering ourselves sufficiently so that we can crush it.

Fear tells me that while there might be a host of people who wish to stand beside me in times of crisis, the tangled wreckage is sometimes so enormous that the best of their efforts leave them stranded at a great distance. And standing desperately alone surveying the carnage that holds all others a bay, God suddenly taps me on the shoulder, leans over and whispers, 'how about a little demolition?

The power of a thing is not based on the power it actually possesses. Rather, it is much more about the power that we permit it to possess.

Most of our fears are borrowed. Since that__ the case, we should get busy returning them.

Fear is often bred of an imagination that couldn__ let something be what it actually was.

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.

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.

If we__e honest, what makes something impossible is not our fear. Rather, it is our indifference.