I used to be afraid of people… I’m realizing that only now because I don’t think I’m afraid of people anymore. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was.
That’s why I kept my world safely tucked away in the confines of “the church” – they were all nice there…. That’s why I ran from the world so much. Why I never ventured far from home. Why I don’t/didn’t “tour” or play at coffee shops /open mic shows / etc…. yeah. Afraid of people.
Now I’m not afraid of people anymore.
Not afraid of addicts or drunks or loudmouths or jerks or whatever.
Not afraid of people from different countries, different backgrounds, different opinions.
They are all just people.
Maybe my insides have caught up with my age, but I can face them – eye to eye – and not get intimidated.
They’re all just… people.
And they don’t scare me anymore.
What are you afraid of?
i am afraid of snakes. but i used to be afraid of people too. what they would think of me, say to me… i think as we get older and learn to love ourselves the way we are loved by Christ, we become less concerned with all those scary people. at least, i like to think so…
habitual sin.
hmmmm…..
Afraid to fail
Afraid to really give my heart solely
Failure. Not living up to my potential.
I think there’s something wrong with that, but it’s what I’m afraid of.
I’m also afraid of trains, but that’s another story.
Wow. You would have been scared to death of me.
I’m terrified that something will prematurely happen to my dad.
im with PQ – fear of not living up to my potential.
then, a fear if thinking i have potential in an area where maybe i dont.
hmmm. head. hurts.
Nor: still am…
I used to be afraid of the dark…going to sleep…nightmares.
Not anymore.
Now I’m not sure what I’m afraid of…maybe…becoming an invalid. I’m not really sure it’s fear as much as regret.
But I’m talking to God about it.
Don’t let ritx confuse you, Mandy.
It’s me…Red in Texas.
that is no small thing that you wrote. i’m sitting here feeling a bit speechless because i know how huge something like that would be in my own life. kudos to you friend and for the big steps of faith you’ve taken.
what am i afraid of? myself.
I’m afraid of things that make me uncomfortable. BUT, that’s why I need to do them.
Spiders.
being unloved
not making a difference
taking things for granted
failure
complacency
…and spiders.
Mandy, I can relate to exactly what you’re talking about in this post SO much. And just like you, the fear of them is wearing off.
oh….my fear is not accomplishing exactly what I was put here to do. That would pretty much suck in my book.
Red: Love the new sign-in ID. Made me smile! But thank you for explaining it was you.
Rachel et al: I heard recently that God won’t accomplish His purpose for me without ME involved. Whew. That took some pressure off. Now, if I could just remember WHO said it… so I can properly quote/credit the person. dang.
I still fear people. I like people, but they still scare me.
afraid of failure,
missing the mark,
not using my gifts..
and snakes. poisonous or not. they’re CREEPY. *shudders*
I am afraid of heights. Dumbest thing I did to try and overcome this was walking across the Capilano Suspension Bridge in Vancouver, BC, Canada. It’s made of hemp rope and cedar planks and I swear it’s about 20 miles long and 3 miles high (450 feet long and 230 feet high).
I was doing okay until some young brats decided it would be fun to start swinging. My first thought was “I am going to die”. The second was to grab them little monsters and throw them off the bridge. I actually walked part of the way on my hands and kness. Not my proudest moment.
At least this was 30 years ago or the moment would have been captured on YouTube for millions to laugh at.
Mandy: I can never tell when you’re kidding. No kidding. But seriously…if you aren’t kidding, but you’re following the Stories, you might want to, like, maybe not stop by tomorrow.
The Evacuation Order is being issued.
And Part Three.
(Do I REALLY scare people…?)
I ain’t scared of you, Nor.
Ok, this was a cool post… mostly because you didn’t know you were scared until you weren’t anymore. I think that’s a common thing for me.
What am I afraid of? I don’t think it’s a fear as much as it’s a desire. If He needs me to do something I really don’t want to miss it. I try to pay attention, but I’ll feel so bad if I get to the end of my life and He says, “What the heck? It was right in front of your face!”
failure
I can really relate to this. I had to go through a bad depression to get over my churchiness and judging people/fearing people.
Nowdays, I’m scared my 100 year old house is going to fall apart all at the same time and we won’t have any grocery money. Most of my fears come from money related. I know….stupid.
Nor – I was terrified of you-were types. Now I’m married to one that was.
fear: being outside of God’s will for me.
pain & mean people