I no longer answer to these fears. But it doesn't mean they are no longer here. I feel like an addict who lives day to day with the realities of her weakness. My weakness is fear. I'm afraid. My list of fears is lengthy and petty. My new addiction is quickly becoming the rush of strength I allow God to give, the strength I let myself receive. Some days its not easy. Some days I fall back into the old way, those days are obvious. Everyone can feel it. I am trying. I am learning to be reprogrammed by God. Please be patient, please know that if you haven't intentionally tried to hurt me....it's not you. On these days, please pray with me...please don't let go of me.