In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Must Not Fail.”
The fear of failure when it comes to the aspects of life’s material wants has ceased to bother me, because I have really come to realize that we can exist on far less than we tend to surround ourselves with.
I literately and completely believe in the word of God in Ezekiel 34 v 26: that says: I will make them and the places surrounding my hill a blessing. I will send showers in season; showers of blessing.
I have seen this proven true time and time again in my life even when I neither earned it nor deserved it.
I know that as long as life exists that hope exists. That faith and perseverance will sustain me.
It is always wise to keep in mind that failure is only a setback and not the end of the street. It is an invitation to learn from, to grow from and an opportunity to start again.
However, as a mother blessed with lovely children, there is a fear that niggles my heart each day and that is the fear in my ability to do a good job in raising my children.
With the amount of corrosive erosion in human ethics and values, I am concerned and wonder if I am doing enough to raise upright children who will be blessings to their generation. Therefore, I must continue to try.
On a personal note, I live with the fear of failing as a Christian in the true sense of the word. Not the picture of me that the World sees through the acts of Earthly Godliness but the intrinsic me that no one else is privy to.
I however remind myself that it is only by the Grace of God that I am redeemed and not by the arm of my flesh.
These two thoughts drive me everyday and if I do not fail in these two things, then I must count myself as extremely successful.
Let us not fail to remember that success is relative. What count’s as success for me, may be viewed as idiosyncratic nonsense to another.