Greetings Rosebuddy! We are now on day eleven of our writing prompt. As you can see, today’s topic is on fearless footsteps. I have always took issue with the word fearless. The textbook definition relates more to a brave person in which I can agree. There are other interpretations that associate the word with being free from fear or a lack of fear. Again, I can agree with this. However, the word itself speaks a different story. The less indicates to me that there is no fear found. Given the english language, it makes sense that the spelling of the word does not match the actual definition. I grieve with my foreign brothers and sisters when I say learning English does not make sense. At any rate, I will be breaking down what fearless footsteps looks like going into the new year in short story form.

Funny how the path gets smaller the further you go, but I must go. I am stuck at the starting line because others have talked me into being okay with merely starting. Inadvertently, coercing me out of walking into my promise. They were miserably comfortable and wanted a companion. I obliged because why would my dearest friend lie to me? Just so I could keep them company? I don’t think they were being malicious. Fear has a way of bringing the worst out of people. Or is it the insecurity that lashes out at anyone who opposes its authority over them. How dare you be confident around someone that I have conquered. Don’t get too close to them with that courage before they start to see that they can have that too. This is the hidden conversation that I perceive. That before I can get to them, they will try to get to me!

As long as they can keep me in my dreams of the future there will be no action for the present. Just keep tossing those ideas around until they have spinned their last cycle. Keep those vision boards going as long as there is no aim for completion. Life is too distracting with its many concerns or is it mini concerns? In the grand scheme of things, what is more important? I found that as I took care of what God wanted, my worries were a thing of the past. However, when I engulfed myself in my worries, His desires for me I sought after last. Funny how that equation differs. My strength increased instead of depleting when I would focus on God. Yet, when I focused on my worries, my strength began to decline. Because one relies on the power of God while the other painfully puts all the weight on me. What a clever trap! The more weight I carry, the less ground my feet will tread. The less ground my feet tread, the more comfortable I get. The more comfortable I get, the more afraid I am to take those next steps. By reason, the unknown is scary and familiarity breeds intimacy.

What happens when what’s familiar forms into a bewitching restriction. My future no longer having a colorful depiction. All because I allowed my mind to be reshaped by meager hearts. Steps that were supposed to be ordered by The Lord, were now being held captive by man. Man was really me. Once I finally realized that I am accountable for my own steps just as they. Their misery is their story, but it wasn’t a book I had to read. I chose it because even though the face was misery, the feeling was comfortable. With this understanding, I can make better choices. Choices that lean with my heart towards God and not bowed regarding man. Steps can only be fearless when I look to what I fear less. Although, the Bible teaches that the beginning of wisdom is the fear of The Lord. So when I move in fear of Him, His Grace will keep fear at bay for me. This is how my steps are ordered. Putting Him first brings the order. The only way fear can be under my feet is when I bow down at His. Fearless footsteps are not steps taken absent from fear. They are steps taken over it!

If you came from my Instagram page, then you know I am partnering for the rest of this month with Briana Kimble, founder of Officially HER! If you haven’t already, be sure to also read my fellow writer’s blog post on www.officiallyher.org/blog and stay tuned for tomorrow’s post!