Fears.
They seem to loom with animosity over me at times – darken my world to keep my voice stifled.
They make my heart pound and my thoughts scatter.
Facing them is both terrifying and freeing. The stubbornness in me begs to push through and conquer. Even if I fall flat on my face in humiliation.
Some days I think I am strong to defy them and other days foolish.
Have they always been this tall and formidable? Or have I passively let them grow monumentally out of proportion?
Whatever my culpability, they exist and they tower. But felling them is my goal, one tiny branch at a time. God can deal with the massive trunks.
For I am puny but He is big.