Chihuahua of Fear
“Fear hangs out right next to whatever it is you’re most called to do. That means the closer you get to your calling, the louder fear sounds. Keep going–fear is a chihuahua that sounds like a Doberman.” — You’re Made for a God-sized Dream, Chapter Five
Dear Chihuahua of Fear, I have some things I’d like to say to you…You can’t have me.
You’re so good at nipping and snapping at my heels when I inch closer (or attempt a huge, bounding leap and end up face-planting in the dirt) towards my God-sized dreams. There are moments when I look down at you, incredulous that you would even try to come between my God and me. But the ridiculous part? Sometimes, I let you rule my heart and mind…I let you transform in front of my eyes from something small and not-that-threatening into a huge, scary doberman. What the what?!?You know what I’ve realized? It’s all about perspective.
When I let fear grow into something bigger than it should be, it’s distracting…it’s immobilizing…and it can be joy stealing.
When I remember how powerful God is compared to my fear, it’s invigorating…it’s freeing…and it helps me find my joy again.
So how do I keep the right perspective?
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 1:7
A spirit of fear is not from God- it’s not how he wants his children to live.
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” Isaiah 43:2
So, I will choose to look back at the rivers and fires I have walked through and know that, fear or no fear, God was with me. I survived through him. I will continue to survive.
Bring it, chihuahua of fear. My God can handle you.*And if any of you find me cowering in the corner, insisting that a doberman is about to do me in, please remind me that it’s only a chihauhua….it’s only a chihauhua…it’s only a chihuahua. That may be my new mantra…and people can just look sadly at me when I’m muttering about a chihauhua.