Fear and Failed Communication
Free image from MS Word Photo Library The last several months have been some of the most painful in my life, the roots of which go back to my childhood and destructive communication patterns I adopted out of fear and desperation. This is not about my parents or how I was parented. The issue is not the cause of my choices (which is difficult to determine anyway) but the consequences of those choices over time. God, in His grace, is calling me to more fully embrace Him and His love for me. The challenge is, that requires acknowledging that I don’t really live out of the truth of who I am. It is a process, to be sure… an uncomfortable one, on so many levels. Most people who know me will say that I really seek to love Jesus with my whole heart and to love my neighbors as myself. And I really do, as much as I am able. What I’m discovering, though, is that I love my fear (and whatever it is that my fear gives me) more than I love my savior. It is a sobering reality. God, in His grace, is
