
Ecclesiastes 11:4
I look at the thermometer. It reads 45°. To my husband I say, “A good day to go for a walk.” “There’s a cold wind." he responds. You might want to step out the garage door and check it.” “Oh, I don’t think I’ll go. I’ll walk inside.” After a few minutes, I look out the window. The tree branches are barely moving. I put on my warm coat, pull my knit hat over my ears and walk outside. I sniff the air. It’s so much fresher than the stale air inside my house. The wind blows. I'm facing it. Sweeping under my hat and swishing around my ears, it threatens to carry it off. Securing my hat with my mittened gloves, I keep walking. When I’ve walked as far as I want go for the day, I turn around and head back home. Now the wind is on my back, gently pushing me up the hill. Strengthened by it's energy, I feel as if I have wings. I’m flying. Fear, like a strong wind in our face, can cause us to turn back. Or we can walk into it. When we do so, God's Grace, like an empowering wind, gives us wings. Power to fly. Are winds of fear causing you to doubt you can handle a challenge in your life? I hope you will not give up and turn back. Instead, face your challenge. With the power of God's grace, fly above fear. While walking home, I recalled the following poem I wrote a few years ago when feeling anxious and hesitant about writing.
a risk false labor a first attempt a practice run we must all began somewhere only the fearful the perfectionist and the procrastinator fail to begin mistakes for them are signals of guilt indications of failure so they withdraw threatened by clouds of disapproval they refuse to plant. they remain unknown unpublished unheard of withholding their talents from the world their laboratories become tombstones of anonymity productive only of boredom If we do nothing with our gifts and talents , we rob both others and ourselves of joy.
Thank you, Jane. I needed to read this today. Your writing is a blessing!
Thanks for reading my post and letting me know you were blessed by it.
I appreciate your comments, Sandy