Do you have fears? Are they big or small, many or few? Are they inside you or out there hiding in the shadows of the world, waiting for the moment when your back is turned, when your guard is down?

Where did your fears come from? Did you create them? Or did you learn them?

Are you afraid of the stovetop? You burned your hand once. What did you learn? It wasn’t fear. Call it respect, you know better now.

Fear stands upon quicksand. It would disappear into the depths if you would only let it go. But you hold on. Why? It must have value. Do you believe it keeps you safe from harm? Does it light the path ahead?

Allow your fears to grow and one day you will find yourself in a very small space, a dark, damp, dingy hole in the soul of the world where light does not shine and hope is a word without meaning.

There is a way to true freedom. It is a path made with Love. Are you prepared for Love? Can you allow yourself to be Loved, to BE Love?