Letter to Fear

I’m gone; I’ve flown my nest.

Some birds are never meant to be caged; their feathers are simply too strong and built for flight. True, when such birds fly away, a part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does indeed rejoice. However, I understand your resistance and dilemma: your place of abode is much more drab and empty that your prisoner-bird is gone. I’ll miss you, too. But now I’ve got to go find me. My greatest sin was living my life chasing after the smile on your face, but I now have to seek my redemption.

If I go down burning, I’ll be happy and satisfied that I dared seek a life beyond the ordinary – a life away from the dread of disapproval and fear. I’ve asked permission to live for thirty years, and there’s a hard truth I must face up to – maybe I’ll never make it on the outside; perhaps I’ll end back in another cage. It’s a terrible thing to live in fear.

All I want now is to be where things make sense, where I won’t have to be afraid all the time, and where I will seek nothing but my purpose. Only one thing stops me: the weight of the sacrifices which now lay ahead.

“I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry that I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God”.

Yours truly,

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