I don’t like shots! There’s something about someone sticking a sharp piece of metal in my body that causes my stress level to rise rapidly! Unfortunately, my doctor informed me this morning that a series of shots will be in my foreseeable future. Sigh.
I guess I could choose not to follow the physician’s advice, decide to ignore it and hope the problem goes away, try to fix it myself but none of these options seem the smart way to go. So, I guess I’ll do what’s been prescribed, follow doctor’s orders, face my fear of needles and do what I’d rather avoid. Life seems to be littered with these decisions, these choices to face fears and try to conquer them.
Overcoming our phobias, limits, areas of weakness and trepidation doesn’t mean not ever being fearful. Rather, its finding the courage to take a path we’d rather not walk, speak a word when we’d like to be silent, act in kindness and grace when judgement and bitterness seem more preferable, go through difficult, painful, devastating trials though we long for escape.
Perhaps it is in the struggle with fear where we find the strength to live.