Copy from April 7- Processing Through My Fear- by Vonyee K. Carrington

Recently, a friend posted on her Facebook page that she was looking for content writers for a possible blog. I said in my head “I ain’t doing that! I have a novel to write and I am not taking on another writing project!” As you might have already realized, I am a writer. My passion is writing. I am forever connecting the dots for stories in my head and on paper. I love the feel of paper and pen in my hand. If I don’t know anything else, I know God placed the desire, the need to write deep down in my soul.


When my friend posted her request, I had a litany of excuses. I couldn’t possibly do a blog. Someone might get mad at me. I might have to defend my statements or even possibly my faith in Jesus Christ! I don’t like typing on the computer. I don’t want to take on another creative project that would drain my energy. All these excuses were truly based in my own fear. I was afraid of people or more importantly fear of rejection.

Another friend came along a few days later and suggested that I should do a blog. I heard the voice of God speak in that space when all my walls were down. I promptly sent a message to my first friend to that I would be willing to be a content writer. Her response was “I thought of you, but I wanted it to be voluntary. Hee hee.” I told her that “I had to process through my own fear.”

For the last three years, my declaration has been “Be Fearless”. As a Christ follower, I must push past my flesh, past my selfishness, and my fear. Fear has been defined as “False Evidence Appearing Real”. If I have striven to be fearless then I cannot succumb to fear in following my passion. Fear has held me back from being a blessing to others. Fear has held me back from seeing God use my writing to change lives. Today, I choose to process through fear. I choose to no longer own fear. For God has not given us (me) a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. (2 Timothy 1:7, NLT)

Will you choose to process through fear today?


By Vonyee K. Carrington