On occasion I have this negative voice that enters my mind. He reminds me that I have the ability to dwell in fear. I just needed to let him know that I’m not afraid, even if I feel completely exposed.
Fear: I saw you today, Courage. What you did, well, it was cute.
Courage: I got up there on that step. I wrote it. I read it!
Fear: It was amateur, at best.
Courage: I felt alive. Wasn’t I brilliant!?
Fear: I don’t know about that, Courage. I think I still found the perfect dark spot within you.
Courage: No you didn’t, Fear. I wasn’t weak. You witnessed strength.
Fear: Nope, I know what I saw. You did it, but then you ran and hid. I saw your eyes.
Courage: Shut up!
Fear: I’m just being honest. I thought you should know, it’ll be okay. Stick to what you know, friend.
Courage: I didn’t ask for your help. I thought you’d left, anyway.
Fear: Why would I leave? You’re just getting comfortable.
Courage: I think you’re scared of me, actually.
Fear: I am not, please, yeah right.
Courage: I think so. Just look at this, it seems, I can almost see right through you.
Fear: What? Where?
Courage: See – like this…my hand slides right through your image. I barely feel you.
Fear: Wait. Oh, that?
Courage: So you do see it happening? Good.
Fear: Psst! Your mistake, Courage. I’m still here. I allow myself different packaging.
Courage: How? Please explain…
Fear: See, I would, but I needn’t bother. You still find me everywhere. Silly girl…
I chose to write it out, in spite of him, in an effort to keep the upper hand…
Daniel 10: 19-21. (Joshua 1: 6-7, 2 Corinthians 12:9)