Dear Chihuahua of Fear*, I have some things I’d like to say to you…
I know you think that my secret fear of dogs is going to give you more power. That I’ll be so caught up in your growl that I’ll forget to notice that you are only a little ankle biter. That I’ll become so paralyzed by the bark that I won’t realize that the only way you can hurt me is by tripping me up as you run in circles around my feet.
I see through you. I see that your bark is worse than your bite. I see that giving into the fear of chasing my dream will be worse than punching fear in the face and jumping in with both feet, chihuahua’s and all. The only way fear can trip me up is if I let it.
I’ll face you. Ok..well…you’re probably doing that jumpy-yippy-thing that little dogs do, so it might not be “face to face”…but you get the picture. I will speak words that encourage. I will write words that lift up and build community. I will pray doors open. I will not listen to silly fears that try to trip me up.
I know that all you want is attention. Someone who will run from you so you can chase them around, nipping at their heels and keeping them off track. It won’t be me. Not today. I’m going to put on my cutest heels, my cute new sequin shirt ($4 on the clearance rack) and face you. I’m going to stand firm. With a tennis ball. Go fetch, chihuahua of fear. I’ve got God Sized Dreams to chase.