Fear

Fear... it gets to me.
The fear of failure. The fear of loosing someone. The fear of rejection.
Sometimes I wish I could just slap myself and say, "Come on Lisa, suck it up!"
The problem with fear is that it keeps me from living life to the fullest. I holds me back. It's like a chain forcing me to stay in one area of my prison cell.
I try and let go of the fear. I try and talk myself out of it. But like a lot of things, I can't do it alone. I need help. It's hard for me to admit I need help. But I'm learning.
I just need to trust that God knows what's going to happen. And He'll help me through anything.
It's fear that keeps life interesting. It's fear that gives the edge to adventure. It's fear that helps me to refocus on the One that has my life in His hands.
Fear... it gets to me.