Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “fear”
I sat across from my trusted friend Wise Guy recently and told him, “My heart seems smaller.” Had unrelenting circumstances — mine and others’ close to me — turned me into some emotional Grinch and downsized my heart? As I talked some and listened more, I realized that yes, fear had crept in and silenced me … that unknowingly I …
] At one time, I believed courage meant the complete absence of fear. Of course, that kind of thinking disqualified me from ever being brave. Now I know that courage and fear often — if not always — go hand in hand. Being afraid doesn’t disqualify me or you from also being courageous. We can face a personal Goliath and …
Fear has motivated me to do things. Fear of losing someone I care about or of losing their approval — has caused me to do and say certain things. Sometimes I’ve even chosen to violate my personal values in the hopes of satisfying someone else’s expectations. That’s an ugly truth, but I strive to be honest with you all on this blog. …
Your perspective of a boundary is determined by which side you’re on: the inside or the outside. And it goes without saying — but I’m saying it anyway — that your view of a boundary is also determined by whether you built the boundary (inside) or someone else did (outside). Oftentimes we think boundaries are constructed out of fear. We build …
Fear was a constant companion of mine last week. It was as if a predator stalked the edges of my life for days. I was unsettled. Unable to sleep. Unable to focus. My prayers seemed pathetic … disjointed … to no avail. I went to bed each night determined to be braver when I woke up, only to find myself battling …
Look at the picture above. That’s me. My name is Christa, and I’m Beth K. Vogt’s daughter! I hope you guys don’t mind me writing this post today. As a 15-year-old girl going through high school, fear is not an uncommon thing. Fear of messing up on a test. Fear of not having that cute boy like me back. …
“No one is afraid of yesterday.” ~Renata Adler, American author I wrestled with those six words even as I typed them for today’s blog post. Wrestle with them still. Am I afraid of yesterday? No. But I am afraid of … the lingering effects of some of the choices I made oh-so-many yesterdays ago. I am afraid of … …
