Love has always felt like both a gift and a risk. Vulnerable in a way that nothing else is. And if I’m honest, that vulnerability has often stirred up fear in me.
Fear of being too much.
Fear of not being enough.
Fear of letting someone close, only to be left broken.
This fear has built walls, disguised as protection. But as I step closer, I see how, at times, they’ve become a form of self-sabotage.
It’s a wrestle between guarding my heart and letting someone in.
Because love always comes with risk.
Yet in that risk, there is also hope. …A hope that maybe, I might just find a love rooted in patience, gentleness and peace.
I don’t have it all figured out. But I’m learning, one brave step at a time.
And maybe that’s actually what learning to love without fear really looks like, not the absence of fear but the courage to hold in spite of it.
And who knows, maybe this could all end in heartbreak.
Despite that, I’m confident that no matter what, my Heavenly Father will use the good and the bad, the pain and the beauty, for His glory.
So as I read this story, chapter by chapter… will you stay tuned?
Many Blessings, Grace. Xx
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