I was holding out for something external to happen to me to give me permission to change. I didn’t even realise that this was an expectation that I had.
Nothing in my circumstances had changed- I was still sitting in the dirt and dust of deep heartache, but for a split second, I felt the smallest amount of joy.
“Feel the fear and do it anyway”. Every time I read this phrase or say it out loud I envisage a breath being drawn in and then exhaled right where the word “and” appears. It’s as though this word is the turning point.
Why would anyone want to be left with a scar? Scars are ugly and a painful reminder of a season I’m sure we would rather forget. So why would you request for someone to leave a scar?