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I am not afraid . . .

How many times are we told not to fear in scripture? Many.  We are not to be afraid. And, I just love this new ring from Sporty Girl Jewelry



The outside says . . .
I am not afraid

The inside says . . .
I was born to do this

This quote is taken from something St. Joan of Arc said.  Now, while the quote is meant to inspire runners and triathletes, etc to run far and work hard, it has hit me in all aspects of my life right now.

In all things, God tells us to Fear Not. 

Should I fear or worry about tomorrow?
Should I fear about how this fundraiser will turn out?
Should I fear homeschooling my children and if I am doing a good job?

No, because I was born for this.  I was born for this moment at this time to live my life as God is calling me to live it.  I was born to do His Will and as long as I dedicate all I do to His glory, I have nothing to fear.

St Joan of Arc is such an inspiration.  She faced armies and knew there was nothing to fear.  So when I face a table of boys waiting to be taught, I have nothing to fear either. 

St Joan of Arc marched ahead knowing she was meant to cross the miles without fear of what was ahead. So when I march ahead in a run, pushing myself, there is no way I should fear!

I am not afraid
I was born for this 

Comments

  1. love it!
    this is one of my favorite theme in the Bible...Be Not Afraid... a fabulous reminder on a ring...inspiratiion!

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  2. LOVE this, Katie! So appropriate for running, but a great reminder for everyday life too.

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  3. I am in love with this ring. Such a great message. Fear and Faith can not coexist. I'm learning to trust and this is the perfect reminder.

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  4. Oh my goodness, I may lay out a few hints for this for my birthday!! I especially LOVE the Joan of Arc connection. Right on, girl!!

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