The Faces of Fear: Afraid to Be Free

Freedom can be scary.

Fear, shame, and living with a caged spirit can become comfortable and familiar, albeit dysfunctional friends. They harbor viruses of fear and shame-based thinking that constantly seek to infect our souls, spirits, and emotions.

To make the choice to trust in the promise to be free–to fly when we’ve never flown, to trust when we’ve never trusted, to become who we’ve never been…is scary.

But possible.

Take a deep breath, find a comfy spot, and let me tell you a story of a girl who learned to fly…

Do you trust me?

“Do you trust me?” the father asked his daughter.  “Do you trust that I love you and would never ask you to do anything that would hurt you?”

The young girl grimaced.  Unsure of her response, she turned away and tried to burrow her head deep under the covers of her bed.

“I don’t know Daddy, I just don’t know!  I want to feel better, but I hate that stuff!  It is so yucky!  It makes me feel worse!  Don’t make me take it Daddy, please don’t make me do it!”

“But sweetheart, you need to take this to get well.  I promise you this medicine will make you better.  I promise you!  Can you trust me?”

Cowering under the heavy quilt, her body weak and exhausted from battling affliction, she began to cry.  Sobs racked her weakened frame as she wailed and pleaded, “Please Daddy, please, I can’t do it!  I don’t want to take that medicine!  I’m afraid!”

He placed his hand on her dampened forehead and wiped the tear soaked strands from her eyes.  Placing a gentle finger under her chin, he lifted her head to look at him and her eyes met his…

“I love you…I love you, my precious child.  You are so special to me.”

Tears flowed from his loving gaze and mingled with her own.

“I love you more than you can ever know…more than anything!  I know you don’t understand what is happening to you.  I know you are afraid.  I know it hurts.  Let me help you sweetheart…please let me help you.”

A desperate cry welled up within her.  Throwing her arms around him she sobbed into his shoulder.

Help me Daddy, please help me!  I don’t want to be sick anymore.  Really, I don’t.  I’m sorry I’m so afraid.  I just don’t know what to do!  Please help me Daddy!

He patted her head gently and rubbed her back comfortingly as he waited patiently for her sobs to diminish.  He raised a tissue and dried her tear-stained cheeks and quieted her sniffles.

Whispering softly, he said, “I love you…I love you…Can you trust me now sweetheart?”

Her lip quivered and her body gave up one last shudder.  Her head gave a little nod as she cast her gaze down and then back up to his.

“Yes, Daddy, I trust you,” she mumbled.

He lifted his right hand, opened his palm, and held out to her the medicine that would make her well.

“Take this my precious child.  It will make you better.  It may make you feel different for a little while.  You may have to keep taking it longer than you want to, and you may have to not spit it out when it tastes bad.  I know you are afraid and you aren’t sure it will work.  You don’t even have to believe, my daughter, just trust me…Take this, and I promise you, you will be set free!”

Her delicate fingers trembled as she gingerly picked up the first piece he offered her.  Holding him in her gaze and receiving again his assurance, she placed it to her lips and swallowed it as quickly as she could.  It was an unfamiliar taste, bitter, yet sweet, and she suppressed the urge to gag.  A strange calm flooded her and, completely spent, she collapsed in her Daddy’s arms again and rested there until she fell asleep.

He held her close, caressing her hair and cradling her in his loving arms.  He savored the quiet rhythm of her breathing and the beauty of the softness and innocence reflected in her face.

“You are so precious to me,” he bent down and whispered in her ear.  “I love you so much!…you will feel better now, my daughter… I promise you I will never leave you.  I know how much you have suffered.  I’m so glad you trusted me…everything will be okay now.”

He gently kissed her forehead…“I promise you…I promise you, sweetheart, it will set you free!”

“You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32 (NIV)

The prayer of my heart for you–may you crawl into the loving arms of your Abba Father, open the Living Word and eat… and may the truth set you free.

~Linda

Copyright Linda Crawford, Do It Afraid, 2012. All rights reserved.

The Faces of Fear: Caged Spirit

In February of 2011, I was struggling.

In chronic and unrelenting pain from a back injury, I had been off my beloved job as an occupational therapist for a year and a half, and I was despondent. The only thing I could physically do was write, and throw together a plate of spaghetti every now and then for my family.

I wrote in short bursts and took days and sometimes weeks to write the few small freelance writing projects that came my way. For six years I’d been engaged by a Christian publisher for freelance writing projects, but now I felt hungry. I’d been eating the same buffet menu of words for years. I needed more spice and sweetness, perhaps some octopus or another strange foreign food to shock my taste buds awake again.

I wanted to find me again because I had become like an animal in a zoo—caged by performing with words that were not on a menu of my own design.

But what to write about? What was the personal message that was gnawing in my stomach and pressing against the bars of my constrained spirit to get out? I shared with a writing mentor one day of my despair and challenge. She asked me, “What manuscript will you lay at Jesus’ feet?”

It was not a new question, I’d heard her share it many times before with whole audiences of people. A manuscript worthy to be laid at Jesus’ feet? Broken down me was incapable of writing such a thing. So I waved the white flag of surrender to God’s will in my life, and heard Him say:

“What LIFE will you lay at Jesus’ feet? What is the main theme of your life—the main thing that I have been working on ALL your life, that can bring me the most glory?”

I immediately knew the answer: Do it afraid.

Scenes began to flash before my eyes: pretending to sleep in the back of a station wagon full of rowdy kids, dreaming of showing up in third grade in my pajamas, hiding the truth about an abusive teacher, running from the authorities after a friend and I started a “campfire,” burying myself in my studies to avoid socializing, giving a speech with knees knocking at High School graduation, turning down dates, accepting others I shouldn’t, running away with my boyfriend, being too afraid to ask to come home, standing at the end of an aisle thinking “I can always get a divorce,” throwing myself into ministry work to redeem my hidden reputation, telling everyone “I’m fine.”

The truth was, I was afraid. Afraid to surrender control of my messed up life to Jesus, afraid of not being the perfect Christian woman, afraid of not being the perfect mother and wife, afraid to pray out loud, afraid of being noticed, afraid of rejection, afraid of people…afraid period.

My life was a story of being caged by a spirit of fear of people. Every choice I made to speak or to act was constrained by a soundtrack that played in my head:

“You’re not good enough, they won’t/don’t/might not like you, you said/did/might do something wrong, you’ve been rejected/used/underappreciated/hurt,” and my favorite, “who do you think you are anyway? You can’t be strong/loud/confident/assertive/or say what you really think or feel.”

Caged, acting out life from my own script of fear, I was never able to live freely. I was who I thought you wanted me to be. I whipped up chocolate chip cookies and spaghetti (or whatever your favorite dish was) so you would like me. Yet I repeatedly and inevitably failed miserably. Friendships were lost or never begun. Dysfunctional relationships were the norm, where I constantly gave more to get more approval.

I was afraid, yet once I met Jesus, the one who had the keys to set me free, living in that cage of my own making became more and more difficult. An un-caged spirit of healing and freedom wanted out. I wanted to cook for myself for a change, and eat the things that fed me life, not bondage.

The soundtrack of the past became insipid elevator music of lies, replaced by Chariots of Fire and Rocky tunes that told me: “Go ahead, you can do all things through Christ who gives you strength!”

Inexplicably, people started asking me to do things that had paralyzed me in the past. “Come up here Linda, (in front of the entire congregation) and pray for the children’s ministry.” At the time I could barely pray out loud in front of my husband. I was shaking so badly by the time I took the microphone I couldn’t put two words together. But God could. Scores of people told me how moving my words were and how they had seen God use me mightily.

“If only you knew!” I wanted to scream. But God did what He loves to do through a totally broken down, freaking out, incapable vessel. He put himself on display.

Years ago, a counselor asked me, “Would you jump off a cliff if he asked you to, because that’s exactly what’s happening here. You’re dying.”

When I live afraid of you, trying to be who I think you want me to be, compulsively eating the chocolate chips as I stir the umpteen hundredth batch of cookies, I die a little each day.

Because living caged by fear is a life not fully lived.

To break free takes doing it afraid. Only then can God give us a strength greater than ours, a love beyond ourselves, and the joy to sing as we crest the top of the hill of our struggles.

Light, space, zest—that’s God! So, with him on my side I’m fearless, afraid of no one and nothing. Psalm 27:1 MSG

What fear cages your spirit?

Praying for you and for the freedom and joy that awaits you beyond the cage.

~Linda

Copyright Linda Crawford, Do It Afraid, 2012. All rights reserved.

The Faces of Fear: Shame

Shame.

 It’s a face of fear that I’m afraid to even talk about.

I’m afraid because I’ll have to make myself vulnerable to you, and share how painful and destructive shame has been in my own life.

I’d rather hide, like Adam and Eve in the garden, than show you the nakedness of my imperfections.

I’d rather live with my pretty make up on, so you never see the mask of shame that lies hidden just below.

But I’m going to share, because the fear of shame has ruled my life for far too long and hiding it was little by little killing me off inside.

The problem is, God did not create me to hide from life, he created me to live life to the fullest. Hiding from God and from you, living life constantly wearing make-up, trying to be perfect at everything, is incredibly painful. And destructive.

Because the face of the fear of shame is driven by perfectionism.

Research in human behavior confirms that perfectionism can lead us down the path of depression, anxiety, addiction and life paralysis:

“Perfectionism is a self-destructive and addictive belief system that fuels this primary thought: If I look perfect, live perfectly, and do everything perfectly, I can avoid or minimize the painful feelings of shame, judgment and blame.” –Brene Brown

We know it’s true, but why are we women so consumed with trying to be perfect? And why is it so difficult for us to admit that we live and act out of our feelings of shame? That we are constantly battling the voice in our head that tells us we are not good enough?

We try to be who another person wants us to be so they will accept us and not reject us. We do everything that we know is “good” in an effort to feel good about ourselves and please others. We share the “right” things instead of the real things going on in our thoughts and lives. We know that we don’t measure up to “her,” and might not get the recognition we so desperately need, so we can’t support “her” in her success. We may even covertly try to make “her” look bad so we look better.

Ouch.

This behavior is called shame-avoidance. The fear of feeling the pain of our own feelings of unworthiness leads us to act in ways to protect ourselves from it. But we don’t want to call it shame. We want to call it embarrassment, insecurity, shyness, or lack of self-esteem. Or, in an effort to appear more Christian-like we dress it up as “humility” or “submission,” or <gasp> even “being a woman of God.”

The truth is, we are trying to avoid feeling shamethe painful feeling caused by the consciousness or exposure of unworthiness.

Did you know that shame was the first emotion Adam and Eve felt in the Garden of Eden after they ate the apple?

At that moment their eyes were opened, and they suddenly felt shame at their nakedness. So they sewed fig leaves together to cover themselves.

When the cool evening breezes were blowing, the man and his wife heard the Lord God walking about in the garden. So they hid from the Lord God among the trees. Then the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?” He replied, “I heard you walking in the garden, so I hid. I was afraid because I was naked.”

“Who told you that you were naked?” the Lord God asked. Genesis 3:7-11 NLT

The interesting thing is that their first reaction of shame was not out of guilt for what they had done, it was out of the recognition of who they now were.

They suddenly realized they weren’t perfect anymore.

It was a painful “aha” moment for all of us.

Their imperfections were now exposed—they were naked before God, not ashamed of what they had done, but suddenly ashamed of how God had made them. And we all know who the liar was that told them they were naked!

I ask you, have you ever felt this way? It’s one thing to be ashamed of what we have done (and thankfully, because of the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross we have access to repentance and forgiveness), but to feel ashamed of who you are? That you don’t measure up to the standard of perfection that you think the world and God expects?

Honestly, I’ve never met a woman who has not struggled with the same shame that Adam and Eve felt. Or a woman who does not battle that same lying voice that tries to tell her she is not perfect.

What do we women do with our shame of not being perfect? Just like Adam and Eve, we hide.  We cover up our nakedness and vulnerability with clothing that never quite does the trick, (c’mon, really? a fig leaf?), and try to hide our real selves in the shadows where hopefully others (and even God) can’t see.

Some Bible scholars think that before Adam and Eve ate the apple, they lived clothed in the glorious light of God. But after the bite, that light went out, leaving them feeling exposed and naked.

The blackness of shame appeared for the first time. And perhaps this is why God now had to search for them in the garden. This was a big deal for them, and it’s still a big deal for us, because…

Shame can extinguish God’s light in us. Or at the very least diminish it.

Living a life of shame-avoidance, living with the constant fear of our imperfections being exposed, diminishes our ability to shine the light of God to the world.

Brene Brown has conducted years of research on shame and vulnerability, and has come to the conclusion that in order for us to overcome perfectionism, and to be free the fear of shame we need to not only accept our imperfections, we need to embrace them:

“It is in the process of embracing our imperfections that we find our truest gifts: courage, compassion, and connection.”

The cloak of shame hides the clothing of Christ (Galatians 3:27) we so desperately desire to wear.

The fear of shame keeps us from:

  • developing meaningful relationships
  • stepping out in courage to be who God created us to be
  • showing compassion and love to a broken world
  • forgiving ourselves and others for our imperfections
  • being able to love like Jesus loves (not just when we feel like it)
  • discovering true joy and fullness of life
  • understanding just how beautiful we are

I’m telling you, Eve was beautiful clothed in the glorious light of God. And so are we when we’re able to take off our make-up, shed our cloak of shame, and embrace our imperfections as opportunities for God to put his glory on display.

Because his perfect love, and his perfect beauty can only be seen through our imperfect-ness.

There is no fear of shame in the face of his real and perfect love:

God is love. When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we’re free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is identical with Christ’s. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.

We, though, are going to love—love and be loved. First we were loved, now we love. He loved us first. 1 John 4: 17-19 MSG

I pray we may be formed in love, freed from the fear of shame, and infused with courage to come out of hiding to show our imperfect faces that reflect the perfection of his beauty.

~ Linda

Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. Psalm 34:5 NLT

Join the red shoe revolution and dare to put God’s love on display!

Copyright 2012, do it afraid, Linda Crawford.

the faces of fear

do it afraid is back!

God’s done amazing things in my life over the last year and I’m excited to begin sharing more of how do it afraid is changing my life.

Starting next week (the week of January 22nd) I’ll be doing a series of blog posts titled “The Faces of Fear.” I hope you’ll check back to read them or sign up to receive future posts by email or on Facebook.

So blessed to have you share this journey with me. Let’s step out of fear and shame and into real life and real love. Let’s do it afraid!

~ Linda

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