FEAR

Fear

How do you define it?

Here is what the dictionary had to say.

fear

an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat 

Fear is also something that can take hold of your imagination (if you have one) and run wild.

It doesn’t tell us the truth about a situation and I find it to be quite an exaggerator.

It is the pessimistic naysayer over all your options.

Fear makes threats it has no power to keep unless we agree with them.

It is the voice that desires for us to color in the lines, stay behind the barricade and not think outside the box.

It is the border bully to the inheritance God has planned for us.

It has a job and it is to keep us from knowing God and experiencing a life that bears the fruit of intimacy & trust.

Fear is just paper chains bragging that they are steal.

I have found that it is a lot easier to see ‘fear’ in other people.

It is much harder to find fear hidden in my excuses.

I am dedicating this year to exposing every little or large amount of fear woven through the decisions in my life.

I will then be exposing that fear to perfect love and sending it back to hell where it belongs.

Hope you do the same.

Joy.

rz

A glimpse of Guatemala

Some moments are for journals only and some are for sharing.

Here is a random moment I had before leaving Guatemala.

I’m on a rooftop balcony patio overlooking a volcano and ruins.

These walls are covered in green vegetation.

Listening to dogs barking, music sung at a school, a radio, birds singing, a broom sweeping.

The chatter of a few conversations floats up to us along with someone watching TV in Spanish.

A hummingbird comes to show off her hovering skills while I watch in amazement.

All the sounds are low except the occasional rooster who decides to crow way after the sun rises.

City sounds and local sounds all mixing together to make you wonder if you are in the past or the present.

The sun high and the clouds look like they are having a race around the volcano.

The heat of the sun and the coolness of the breeze both share the same space.

There are birds nesting on ruins and rusty tin roofs right next to ancient structures.

Bright colors and hidden courtyards everywhere you look.

Guatemalans’ speak in whispers and the Americans speak much to loudly.

I hear the sound of children singing together in their school and I smile all the way down to my belly.

Children with black hair and big smiles, dark eyes in such little packages.  All dressed in bright colors that simply make them magnificent to feast your eyes on.

I don’t know why I have been chosen for this beautiful work but I’ll take it and say thank you.