I’m not the author of my fears, but I sure feed them really well.

Maybe my greater fear should not be fear itself, but what I will lose should I submit to fear.

What is fear but that ‘thing’ that we believed to be as powerful as it pretended to be.

I cannot be afraid of being afraid. Rather, I need to realize that it is my fear that gives me the energy to wrestle that which I fear into the dirt that is soon to become the road underneath my feet.

Faith is rare because fear is rampant. For faith will demand that I step into places that fear itself fears to go.

Ignorance is my refusal to think outside the box of my fears.