The word God gave me for 2015 was “Vulnerable.” I don’t like it at all. In fact, I may still be glaring up at heaven with my arms crossed and an “Oh, no, you didn’t” expression all over my face.
So let me go ahead and admit my deepest darkest dreamer secret: I’m afraid of succeeding.
I can sit down and write a marketing plan. I can crunch numbers until I know exactly how many pennies I need to make to meet my financial goal. I can dream a mean dream. I can take your dream and give you a 13 step plan to success! I can even write a post on how my job is obedience and God is in charge of even the definition of success.
Yet, I can’t shake the fear of success. And the fear of success brings with it the obvious temptation to fall into inaction.
Or to say it more succinctly: When I fear success and don’t act as I should, I am disobeying. (<====Click to Tweet)
My little Aeralind is just like me.
Aeralind and her twin Bronwyn are in the process of learning to ride bicycles. Today Bronwyn nailed the 25-foot ride. Check it out! (yes, we did slap a helmet on that head right after this video. We didn’t expect her to do it!)
Aeralind mastered the jump-off-the-bicycle-as-soon-as-daddy-tries-to-let-go move (sorry, no video!). She’s not scared so much of falling, but of turning around and seeing that her daddy is no longer holding her safe.
I know Aeralind understands she is capable of riding that bike without training wheels. However, she’s not sure she wants it bad enough to fight for it and do it her own way despite the opinions of others. She’s scared of both the changes inherent in success and what others think about her journey.
I am capable of getting up at 6:00 a.m. and working my tail off on business and marketing tasks.
I am capable of finishing my marketing class.
I am capable of taking the chance that this little business will cover the cost of two-day preschool for the youngest, so I have to time to invest to grow my business.
I am capable of sharing my heart freely and vulnerably with you even though I’m scared.
I am capable of much, but I am scared of the changes, of the journey, and of what God will make success look like.
I’m done being scared. I’m strapping on the helmet of salvation, the breastplate of righteousness, the belt of truth, the shoes of the gospel of peace and I’m mounting this bicycle of a dream and going to pedal hard and fast.
If I fall, I just have to trust that my Daddy will be there proud of my attempts and ready to give me a good cuddle.
Shared By: Melissa Aldrich