The last 12 months may have taken off five years of my life. There were days where I would wake up in terror, wondering how I could get through the day myself not to mention that I had four children to care for.
I'm not sure what is more fearful, the cause of the fear or fear itself. It seems to overtake your thinking in all areas. I dare admit that the thing I feared is not nearly as horrible as what most women face in this world. For that, I was thankful and sometimes ashamed, because I'd let it get to me again.
But here is the good news: There is a peace to match the fear. That is a fact. No matter the circumstances, it is there and it is possible to attain. I knew that, but getting there was not always easy.
And then one day, it was. After 12 months of roller coasters, I didn't have to fight it anymore. I just believed. I didn't need to justify my thoughts or map out a game plan, I just was overtaken by hope and joy. My heart rested. My circumstances worsened. My heart rested. My heart rested.
My circumstances improved. My faith was strengthened. My heart rested. My prayers went up. They were answered. My faith was strengthened. My heart rested.
And what I 've began to realize that the fear has cost me my love for teaching, my creativity, my thanksgiving for my children, and whatever else had given me joy.
Fear steals, so find the truth. Hold on until it becomes an undeniable reality, because if you don't give up, peace will bloom. And with peace, we are able to make this world a bit better for someone else.
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