Thinking about whether or not I’m fearless I’ve come to a conclusion. Sometimes I am and sometimes not.
The most fearless thing I’ve done was travel to Italy alone. That was my first time ever going to Europe. The first time my passport was stamped and that was my second one.
Flying Over Italy to Rome Airport
I was with a group the first week but after that I traveled alone. The grace and peace of God filled me so full there was no room for fear to enter.
I’d have to say again, sometimes I am and sometimes not FEARLESS.
Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?
Many moons ago when I was a child we were required to give book reports. I would read my book and write my report all the while fear and terror crept in and gripped me.
When my turn came to give my report I’d walk up to the front like I had it all together. As I turned around to face the class a series of bodily malfunctions began. I would go blind and couldn’t see anyone. My hearing became non-existent. The brain in my head left the room. What I wrote on my note cards were on the cards-no longer in my brain. My body shook like a leaf on a tree knocked around by a fierce wind. It was not good.
The first time I was able to speak in front of people was in a class in college. I didn’t know how it was going to turn out and much to my surprise I did a great job. You can say a miracle happened.
I’m still not particular about public speaking but I believe I can pull it off.
I never saw myself naked in black socks. I saw myself comatose with nothing in me working. I don’t know why I was encumbered by those tragic times but I’m glad I outgrew them.