a note on fearing failure.
- Michelle Adeniyi
- Feb 26, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: Feb 13, 2023
At my birthday dinner a friend asked me what I was leaning into in this next chapter of life. What uttered from my mouth, to the table's and my own surprise, was the word "failure". I explained that I want to lean into failure and not give it the power to stunt my growth. Not failing, but rather the fear of it has been a driving force of many things that go up against who and what God has called me to be. Maybe if I make it a practice to do things anyway - or, as prompted by the question, to "lean in" - knowing that failure could be a result, I can attain insurmountable wins and views unimagined due to the mental energy I previously geared towards the thought, "but what if I fail?". I am a recovering perfectionist and this shift in thinking is not only uncomfortable, but also terrifying and liberating at the same time. Here are my reflective thoughts on shifting from fear to freedom.
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The Bible states to "fear not" 365 times.
Could it be that God knew someone like me would battle with anxiety and forsake the power of peace that surpasses all understanding?
Did he know I’d brew over an interaction over and over again, beating myself up in a way that neglects the Grace freely given to me?
Covering and drowning me in love, he is the air that he created me to need.
He is the life breathed into me from the dust that created Eve
His fingertips graced the womb of my mother where he placed my story to unfold in the darkness.
Might I be a child of the most high God?
Someone who can boldly approach God’s throne to ask anything in Jesus’ name?
Might it be that my purpose isn’t a thing to be defined by but a picture to be filled in?
That my mistakes, failures, and inadequacies give depth to the beauty of it all?
Is fear of failing about me or about my belief of who God is?
I have freedom… it’s up to me to walk in it... not alone, but led by the hand of my Savior, guided by the whisper of the Holy Spirit, carried by God’s righteous hand, loved by the stronghold of the three in one, locked in a hug that I can fully release and relax myself into.
Able to show up authentically and hear them say that everything will be okay... as it’s been in the past, as they’ve said it would be in the past.
What am I afraid of? I am free.
Thank you for sharing your grief-moment with us. Most times I can’t describe what hope is, but you’ve done it for me “The intentionality of my heavenly (father)”. That’s where my motivation to try and move through the despair reside- heaven, where we can finally reunite. A destination thoughtfully designed for rest and peace away from the grief of our earthly dwelling.
Beautiful Michelle 🕊️
Lovely homemade ❤️💗💜
Absolutely beautiful and heart-wrenching. Love you.
Love this! Snapping my fingers to applaud.