*Note – This post is not on being naked, at least literally speaking, but I got you interested, didn’t I? 🙂 We’ll cover that topic another time, though. Just not today. I’m still here to proclaim nakedness, though, just in another way.
So, c’mon, get naked with me as we discuss….
If you recall, I am trying to live fearlessly this year. I do think that my year-long quest to consciously acknowledge and then give my fears to God is helping, but much to my dismay, I still haven’t “arrived”.
I am not alone.
On our own, we all fear something.
At some point, we all doubt our capacity for greatness where we feel the weakest.
Some people’s fears are seen as “big”, some “small”.
For the one affected, it doesn’t matter how others would classify their fear.
It’s real, as real as you and me.
The fear isn’t just real, it relentlessly taunts.
When fear’s venomous verbal and physical assault on its victim doesn’t work, its best friend, doubt, takes its turn.
Doubt’s attack is less violent but just, if not more, sinister.
In its cunning, tailor-made way, it, like fear, paralyzes us and tries to ensure we don’t believe the Truth.
The Enemy lies.
The Enemy ostracizes.
The Enemy is the author of fear and doubt.
Even if what causes our fears doesn’t go away, we are more than conquerors.
One day, He truly will make all things new.
As Natalie Grant says,
Every fear has no place
At the sound of Your great name.
The enemy has to leave
at the sound of Your great name.
What do you fear today?
It’s amazing how acknowledging your fear to others lessens its grip on your heart and your mind.
So, I’ll go first. I’ll get emotionally naked and share.
I have one huge fear in my life.
It’s not death.
It’s not heights (would love to go sky diving).
It’s not needles (grew up with those).
It’s not public speaking (thrive off that).
It’s not mice nor bats, though I hate both.
What, then, you ask?
The incapability to successfully carry our child and provide my husband with his biological offspring.
In a nutshell – the fear of “disappointing” my husband, the fear of “failing” in the area you’re “supposed to” succeed at as a woman.
I put “disappointing”, “failing” and “supposed to” in quotes, because that’s exactly where they belong.
Truth tells me I’m not going to be disappointing or failing anyone, that I’m just as much a woman as one of my numerous friends who are currently with, or have given birth to, a child, even though fear and doubt tell me something else, something from the pit of Hell.
Thankfully, I have a Heavenly Father and a husband who see me differently than I see myself some days.
I also know our journey to parenthood has only begun, and there are difficult decisions to be made in our future.
At the same time, I know that my God is good and sovereign over all. Nothing will ever change that fact.
So, now that I feel extremely naked – vulnerable but free – what do you fear?
Will you get naked, too?