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F-e-a-r Can’t Hold Me


I recall reading in a health journal, the acronym for fear, “false evidence appearing real.” Wooh, can I relate! I know a thing or two about over preparing, training excessively, and working twice as hard, without ample rest and still felt “inadequate.” Unrealistic expectations can become a whirlwind of mixed emotions for an extremist personality type. It will literally drive them to a cliffhanger of unfulfillment because, success isn’t attainable with a defeated mindset.

Three lessons I’ve learned about “fear:”

“Fear” drains the life out of you. You won’t take pleasure in a task that you’re obsessing over. It takes the fun out of it! When you’re overly concerned with mistakes, you fail to enjoy the process and you reach exhaustion more frequently. Fear can also cause chronic illnesses.

“Fear” stifles your creative ability. You won’t reach your highest potential with limited vision. Pastor Spivey, says all the time, “You get what you expect!” How can you expect anything that you fail to reproduce?

“Fear” is the culprit that destroys the harvest. It’s a permanent, future placeholder, because potential never meets purpose. It keeps you waiting, stagnant and wishing but never reaping!

“Fear” is an outdated tactic that the enemy uses to keep you distracted from God’s best.

I dare you to tap into your unlimited potential.
I dare you to give birth to your purpose in this season.
I dare you to G-E-T U-P & G-O!!!!

Psalm 34:4
“I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears.”

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