If left alone in a room, for too long, I used to run out… screaming…. as if being chased. I was 4. Don’t judge me.  I did this because I saw things. Were they really there? We don’t need to talk about that …ever…really.

Jokes aside and more importantly, this memory made me think about the fears that chase us. My overactive childhood imagination is not unlike some of our adult mindsets. Our mental movies play out horrible scenarios. Whether real or imagined, we run to and fro, from whatever we think is chasing us. No longer children, our “running” actually sounds like maturity, rationalization or “spiritualization.”

Some are literally “running for their lives” on a treadmill of fear. Afraid of the life they don’t want, some never live the life they are called to. The debt owed to this type of fear is paid with a wasted life.

I learned to stop running from shadows. I choose excitement over anxiety and adventure over apprehension.  “Romanced by the unknown…excited by uncertainty…suspended by grace”... I stand and face reality.