Warrior Over Fear

Life can be relentless, and as much as I hate to admit it… fear often knocks persistently at my door. Sometimes, I find myself able to brush it off, but other times, I unwittingly invite it in. Fear, with its chilling touch, whispers doubts and resurrects anxieties I've fought hard to tame. Like an out-of-sync clock, my heart races out of rhythm, panic rising as I fear regression in my healing journey.

Questions flood my mind: Will I ever truly heal? Why do I struggle to forge ahead and conquer this perpetual adversary? Is this tumultuous cycle to be my perpetual reality? Will I ever attain that elusive state of contentment? These doubts threaten to overwhelm me. Honestly… sometimes I feel like a broken record in the collection of stories throughout my life.

Yet, amid the turmoil, I choose not to shut fear out with a forceful slam of the door. Instead, I confront the lies it spins – the deceit that I am eternally bound to suffering, that I am destined to repeat the patterns of my lineage, that I am forever destined to be the unseen sparrow, unnoticed and insignificant.

In surrendering to this struggle, I find strength. I face fear head-on, acknowledging its presence but refusing to succumb to its whispers of defeat. Each battle fought, each doubt challenged, is a step forward on the path to liberation. I embrace the truth that healing is not a linear journey; setbacks are inevitable, but they do not define me.

So here’s to the next part I know you want answered… Is it exhausting? Do I ever want to give up the fight and let fear swallow me? Yeah, I do. But there’s a part of me that God inbuilt knowing I would always battle the darker corners and the very real enemy. He knew I would write the things that others would struggle to turn into words and He gave me a warrior side that never gives up even when she wants to.

She never gives up…

I am not merely a product of my past or a victim of my fears; I am a warrior, resilient and tenacious. With each trial overcome, I rewrite the narrative of my life. Scars become symbols of survival, reminders of the battles won and the resilience that courses through my veins.

So, in the face of fear's relentless assault, I stand tall, emboldened by the knowledge that I am not alone. Others have walked this path before me, and countless others will follow. Together, we are an army of survivors, united in our shared struggle and our unwavering resolve.

Though the road ahead may be daunting, I take solace in the knowledge that I am not defined by my fears, but by my courage to confront them. And as I press on, I am guided by the belief that the darkest nights give birth to the brightest stars – and within me burns a light that cannot be extinguished.

Reflection Question: In the face of your own struggles, what inner strength have you discovered that surprises even you? I would love for you to share any thoughts in the comments!

Love Sarah xx.

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