Crossing The Bridge

I feel like I've been walking across a really long bridge, and that I've come to that place in the middle, the gently sloped apex, from which I can see where I've come from and where I will go should I choose to keep walking. This and this by the magical Jen Lee have left me feeling blessed and at the same time perplexed as to where I am to go from here.

I am trying to Live in the Land of Holy Want, as my friend Diane would call it.  I am trying not to be so gullible when the lying voices cackle in my ear.  Why is it so much easier to believe lies about yourself rather than the truth?  I think part of it may be the fear that you will never live up to your potential, or, rather, your perceived potential or the way others perceive your potential to be.  Part of it may also be that self-pity is strangely sweet and possibly addictive.

I think it all goes back to dismantling fear...

Comments

[DIane]

Sing it sister!!! the view is beautiful when we peek through our fingers but even more so when we fling our arms open and embrace possibility. blessings upon blessings upon blessings up on you.