Fear tells me to be careful not to fuel a fire I cannot contain, but fear itself cannot be trusted. So I cautiously light a match, holding it up against all the passion I can gather, until my passion suddenly erupts! So I pour my heart out by the light of the fire, while holding my pencil steady across the page. And I feel so thankful to know that fear is no longer a friend of mine.
My passion is to write. What's yours? Is fear holding you back from pursuing your passion?
"For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline."
-2 Timothy 1:6,7
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