I chose my path
out of fear disguised as practicality, and it all started in high school. Now don’t get me wrong – when it comes to
most other things, I don’t have a lot of fear.
My teenage self in particular would do anything, and talk to
anyone. You dare me to do what? No problem.
You want to talk to that boy, but you’re too shy? No problem, I’ll go start talking to him and
then you join me. You want me to sing
two solos and have the lead part in the Christmas program in grade 6? Not a problem.
But for some
reason I could not apply that same fearlessness into pursuing my true
passion. Initially I wanted to become a
veterinarian, but very early on in my high school career I realized that I
would not be able to do that without a lot of hard work! I feared hard work for a few reasons. It didn’t come naturally to me, because most
school work felt easy to me. I also
feared hard work because it would take up my time, and my precious time was
much better spent socializing in my opinion!
But deep down in my heart, I feared failing – so instead I decided I’d
pursue my second choice of being a graphic designer. This also appeared very practical – because I
had a father who was a graphic designer, and had some natural talent for it, so
really it was a no-brainer choice. Choosing
this much safer profession I could get away with the easy course load – and
take all the math ‘G’ courses and the easy sciences. I still managed to nearly bomb Biology, which
to me only solidified my practical choice of being a graphic designer over a
vet. I mean there’s a pretty good chance
you can’t be a good veterinarian if you don’t understand biology!
So it was now
time to go into post secondary education – and I wanted desperately to go to
YWAM, and travel to some amazing places in the world. If you’re not familiar with YWAM, I can tell
you more about it later. However, at the
time I was dating a boy from Regina , and the
fear of losing him if I went too far away swayed my decision – so I chose a Bible College
to go to that was just an hour away from him.
We broke up the month before I moved there – which made it too late to
change where I was going, and I wasted away a year of my life at college
because I didn’t want to be there.
I’m just going to
interject here for a minute to say that this all sounds so depressing – and I’m
only talking about the negatives of all these years of my life for the purpose
of my point! So hang in there with me –
I’ll be bringing this back around yet!
At some point
during my year at Bible
College , I fell in love
with counselling and psychology. I felt
my heart pulling me to stay at that college and take a counselling or psych
degree. It would have been a lot of work
– I had almost no money left, and I would have been looking at student loans
and working while doing my degree. All
of that uncertainty pushed me back to making what I thought was a practical
decision – move back home to my parents, and go to school there. So I moved home, and applied to attend Red River College for their graphic design
program. A long story short, during the
summer months while I was at home but had not yet started college, one of my
dad’s graphic designers announced she was pregnant. My dad asked if I would fill in her position
temporarily, and postpone going to Red River
for a year. I agreed. It seemed like another practical decision,
because I could spend a year making a little money before going back to school. In the end, I worked for him for seven
straight years doing graphic design, and then decided to be at home with my
babies when I had James.
So…I read that
quote I mentioned earlier, and was struck by the thought of how much I’ve done
or not done in my life which was dictated by fear. I went to my Bible, and
looked up verses about fear. There are many – and I’m sure quite a few of us
have heard that it says “fear not” 365 times in the Bible – once for every day
of the year. Well, that isn’t totally
true – in the King James translation it only says “fear not” 108 times. However, different translations say different
things – but one thing is for sure – if you look up verses on fear, anxiety and
how love conquers these things, you will find lots – a lot more than just
365! The verse that I liked best is 1 John 4:18.
God is love. When
we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives
in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in
us, so that we’re free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is
identical with Christ’s. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love
banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of
judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.
Such love has no
fear, because perfect love expels all fear. If we are afraid, it is for fear of
punishment, and this shows that we have not fully experienced his perfect love.
I want to choose
this spirit of love instead of a spirit of fear in every part of my life. If God is love, and He lives in me, then I
should be able to do all things through Him who strengthens me – including
living a life free of fear.
I believe this
choice between love and fear can be applied to so many other areas of our lives
as well. If I fear what people think, it shapes the things I say and do. Some days I fear that I’ll fail as a mom, but
if I’m loving my kids every day, with all my heart, then I’m already
succeeding.
After having this
realization, I found myself browsing the Providence College
website to find information about their counselling program. I feel that fear welling up when I think
about the possibility of doing school with kids, the hard work it will take,
the time it will take, and the uncertainty of it all. But if I cast away my fear, all I feel is the
amount of love I could pour into a job in counselling, and how I could use it to bring glory to God.
I want to
challenge us all to let God’s love cast out our fear, and fill us with
love. You cannot fail in whatever you do
if you do it in love.
What fear is
holding you back? What would you do if
you lived without fear?
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