I have struggled for a month now trying to find the right word. I worried it wouldn’t be the right one. What if I picked one out of purely selfish reasons just to have myself improved and not have it help others? What if it wasn’t the right one so that I could become this perfectly fixed person? After Mikes sermon today, I realized I don’t have to have everything fixed and my word could be actually used in more ways by God than I would ever expect. What was I afraid of? I WAS AFRAID OF PICKING MY WORD! So I am starting here, at the beginning of the reasons I don’t do most things. FEAR.. I am going to take my trust (using that word as a noun) and put it in God’s hands daily and strive to become the fearless person God wants me to be.