Fear of man will prove to be a snare,
but whoever trust in the Lord will be kept safe.
We hurled angry words at one another across that small bedroom of a rented house in the mountains. Feelings we’d kept pushed down until we cast them at one another like sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
What a lie.
Sometimes we have to break; we have to bruise and bleed and burn before we heal. Holding back resentment and jealousy and pride only keeps us trapped inside our fear.
I can’t tell my sister (or my friend or my spouse or my co-worker or my child) how I really feel because what if she gets mad at me? Fear of confrontation has locked me so deep inside myself I can’t see beyond my own hurt to the heart of the matter.
Ensnared by my own fear.
Not her words, her actions, her fear–but mine. My own worry that peace is better than pain.
Maybe sometimes peace is worth the keeping quiet. But when peace comes at the cost of anxiety, depression, and retreat, when keeping peace means not keeping those you love and value and cherish–
the time has come to fight free from the trap. Say the words and release the snare. Face the fear of confrontation and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find yourself speaking truth for the very first time.
And rekindling a relationship that had nearly been lost.
This post is part of my 31 Days series: When Fear is Crippling. You can read all the pieces here. And in the comments below, you can tell me I’m not the only one who gave herself a stomach ulcer when faced with confrontation.