Voices
This post was originally written Monday, 14 September 2015.
Confession: I hear voices inside my head. Sometimes they are quiet, sometimes loud, sometimes talking all at once, sometimes singing. I am in the midst of achieving a life dream, and the big day is tomorrow. As the day has approached, one voice has been whispering. A little here. A little there.Now whispering more and more as I think about tomorrow, and getting bolder and a little louder each time. This is what the voice says, "You can win and succeed but you shouldn't. If you do you will be seen. People will look at you, scrutinize you, see your faults, and find you lacking, undeserving. Fail. It's easier."
I am afraid of my own success. I am afraid of what that success will require, and I am afraid of the inevitable failure. I don't want to be seen in success because that might allow my failures to be seen as well. I am not perfect and never claimed to be, but neither do I want to be laid bare and exposed.
I sit here writing this next to the ocean. I love the roar of the waves. Repetitive yet different each time. Soothing as they smooth the sand. Cars are driving up and down the street and an occasional plane flies overhead, yet my ear is attuned to the ocean. I have chosen to shut out the other noises, the other voices, and have chosen to listen to the voice of the ocean. If I can do that, then I can do the same to the voices in my head. I can replace them with my voice. This is what I will say, "I can succeed and I will fight to win. I will not give up. Others will see me, and that's okay. Let them look. Yes, they will see brokenness, mistake after mistake, and fallenness, but they will also see healing and strength and courage and redemption."
This is the voice of the ocean to me. What voices do you hear?
Confession: I hear voices inside my head. Sometimes they are quiet, sometimes loud, sometimes talking all at once, sometimes singing. I am in the midst of achieving a life dream, and the big day is tomorrow. As the day has approached, one voice has been whispering. A little here. A little there.Now whispering more and more as I think about tomorrow, and getting bolder and a little louder each time. This is what the voice says, "You can win and succeed but you shouldn't. If you do you will be seen. People will look at you, scrutinize you, see your faults, and find you lacking, undeserving. Fail. It's easier."
I am afraid of my own success. I am afraid of what that success will require, and I am afraid of the inevitable failure. I don't want to be seen in success because that might allow my failures to be seen as well. I am not perfect and never claimed to be, but neither do I want to be laid bare and exposed.
I sit here writing this next to the ocean. I love the roar of the waves. Repetitive yet different each time. Soothing as they smooth the sand. Cars are driving up and down the street and an occasional plane flies overhead, yet my ear is attuned to the ocean. I have chosen to shut out the other noises, the other voices, and have chosen to listen to the voice of the ocean. If I can do that, then I can do the same to the voices in my head. I can replace them with my voice. This is what I will say, "I can succeed and I will fight to win. I will not give up. Others will see me, and that's okay. Let them look. Yes, they will see brokenness, mistake after mistake, and fallenness, but they will also see healing and strength and courage and redemption."
This is the voice of the ocean to me. What voices do you hear?
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