I am not fearless. I’m not. And I’m not even talking about the good kind of fear, the kind that keeps you from getting eaten by sharks. I’m talking about the other kind.
I’m talking about the fear that gets in the way of you being who you were made to be and doing what you were meant to do in this world. How do we get around that fear?
Fear closes us in and makes our world smaller–but fearlessness spreads. So how do we get fearless?
I don’t know, but I do know that fear and love don’t play well together. There’s not room for both. Love starts herding fear out the door.
Even a little tiny crumb of love starts pushing back at fear, and fearlessness spreads.