I walked across an open field at winter’s break as the sun danced on the last few drifts. I imagined my fears would melt one by one as I learned to love myself.
Fear is as familiar as our image in a mirror. Although we have resolved many of the fears that bound us to old behavior, our original fears may have been replaced by new ones. Why are there so many things to be afraid of? New friends, old relationships, careers, family history, tomorrow…
Acknowledging our fear is the first step to getting free of its control. Naming the fear puts us in charge. Remembering that we have a loving Higher Power who won’t abandon us, even in the midst of our deepest fear, can help us get through too.
But loving our small, scared selves will be the most nurturing of all. Mothering ourselves, in the way we may have longed for mothering in our youth, will carry us through the most difficult times.
Fears are part of living. They are neither bad nor good; instead, they can teach us. They can help us learn to love more of ourselves.
I will welcome my fears today. They are my blueprint for who I am. God and I will comfort me with love.
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A Woman’s Spirit by Karen Casey
A Woman’s Spirit by Karen Casey. Copyright 1994 by Hazelden Foundation. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No portion of this publication may be reproduced in any manner without the written permission of Hazelden.