Follow up to "Fearless"

Any of you who have kept up with this blog will recall the entry about being "fearless." (You can find it here: Ramblings of a Working Mom: Fearless)

In reading the entry from today from "Bring the Rain," I was reminded of this entry. (Here: Bring The Rain: Ransomed) The bondage of fear is discussed -- but what is beautiful is the photo at the end -- a photo for which no words are necessary -- exemplifies the joy that is experienced once we let go of our fears; become fearless.

The pure joy of being "fearless." It is woven hand-in-hand with the cleansing and purity of our ransom . . . and results in our shedding of all things that bind us. Freedom . . . fearless . . . joy.

The bondage of anxieties, guilt, sorrow, bitterness, fear -- all work to prevent us from running through life fearless.

I think, what binds me? Sometimes it's fear. But I work on that -- a plaque on my wall at home reminds me "Courage is fear that has said it's prayers." More often I am bound by exhaustion -- or, more accurately, the forces which drive me to exhaustion. I'm too tired to make the effort. I'm too tired to notice. I'm too tired to (fill in the blank). This is my bondage.

I look back -- I always have run myself to exhaustion. Too much to do. Why? I'm driven . . . too much? I'm a perfectionist . . . too much? I have a hard time with boundaries (saying 'no' is hard when someone is in need!) . . . again, too much? . . . carrying the weight of the World on my shoulders.

I recognize that I need to bring more balance to the drive -- the drive that sometimes binds me. I struggle with the demons that have created the drive. It's difficult. I must keep in sight the freedom . . . be fearless . . . and experience joy.