I have stacks of picture frames, some empty and some filled. I have bare walls that I glance at every day and think, “I want to hang something there.” Except the picture frames stay stacked gathering dust, being moved from my bedroom, to the laundry room, to the garage to keep out of the way. One day I will do something with them. One day.
I think about hanging them. Then I think too much. What if I do it wrong? Will this look good? What if it looks cheesy? What if they hate it? Who is they anyway? All those people that do not walk through my door because I do not invite them?
Oh, all the people on pinterest that won’t ever see it because I won’t ever post it. Their walls look so much better than mine any way. Why bother? And then I say, “Forget it,” and the picture frames remain unhung.
This cycle unveils my own fear and insecurity. Over wall art? Yes. It’s been years people. I know, it’s sad.
Fear tried to hold me back from decorating, and from a lot of other things. What if they don’t like it? What if they don’t like me? What if I don’t like it? What if I don’t like me? See how that works?
The voices of fear have the same goal — to hold you back from moving forward — whether it be to start your own business, begin college again, to start a blog, start a family, homeschool, hang wall art, create art, or whatever. You know what it is for you.
The crazy-cool thing about breaking free from fear — which for me did not happen apart from Christ and the truth of God’s word — is when you get free from it in one area, it frees you in a whole lot of other areas…like hanging wall art.
There are still more empty walls to cover. There are still boarders to cross, and more spaces to fill. There are some bold leaps I still need to take to see the vision in my mind become the home we live in, and the life I live.
I do not have to get permission or approval first when I already have a “go” from God. There are things in my heart to do, and I know God has put it there. The voices of fear may never silence, but I do not have to listen to them.
And I won’t compare. I will hang what I love and do what I love, because I love it. Not because it goes, or because I think someone else will love it. Simply, because I do. And it doesn’t have to be perfect. I don’t have to be perfect. Not in the slightest. I can make mistakes and take missteps. Pictures and paint will cover the wall’s holes, and grace will cover mine.
I have only recently stopped letting that kind of fear hold me back. In some small ways, and some bigger ways. I have purposed to press through the invisible wall of fear that meets me at every new venture I endeavor. I push beyond my comfort zone, and take risks. Small to you, big to me. It doesn’t matter. They are still risks. And taking a risk means I am not letting fear win.
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