FROM THE ASHES OF A SIDEWALK IN THE SOUTH BRONX
Fear is a silent killer, an assassin cloaked in the darkest corners of our minds, it haunts our inner child, it is the monster that hides under our beds. Fear suffocates the spirit, smothering embers of creation before they rise into flames that warm the frozen hearts of strangers.
It is a conniving thief, robbing us of any shimmer of momentum with a smile and a razor to our throat. It is our depression, anxiety, insecurity; they are the hit men it uses to kill dreams and bury good men in coffins of eternal regret.
Fear despises contentment and celebration, it infects us with existential dread and laughs in the face of growth. Love? Fear hates love. It drowns sparks of connectivity in rivers of despair. It will use self-will to sabotage God’s calling.
It wants you to run and hide in a state of disillusioned isolation. It wants you to tighten your grip and clamp down… but the trick is to let go, go lightly into the night, loosen your hold on expectations and release the ruminations - you are free. Let the currents of divinity carry you, do not fight it, you are here for a reason.
Feel the feelings and allow them to wash over you. You’re entering the chapter you prayed for. The child you were delights in the person you are becoming. Do not be afraid; make them proud.