Failure
My biggest fear in life is failure. I know this seems odd especially when there are more obvious fears like spiders, snakes, heights, etc. But, no, not me. I fear failure. It consumes me really. It takes me to places I don't want to go - mentally speaking of course. Well, I guess I have gone actual places too, but I will get to that later. I need to admit something. Not that I need for you to know, but because it is a form of healing. It is a way to get the pain off my chest. It is a way for me to move on, mentally. I have failed. I have failed at keeping on keeping on and it is tearing me up. I know, this is vague. Last October, when the floor fell out from underneath me, the first thing I clung to was my Bible. I ran to it. I spent hours a day scouring its pages looking for the answers to my pain, my hurt. And I found them. I found that the answer was sin; it tak...