Those streams of fear

A couple of weeks ago during my early morning walk in the city, I was lost in my thoughts.

When.

My concentration was broken by a splash in the stream. My head darted to the left and I looked out in the distance to see a herd of deer crossing the stream.

There was a lead deer with the others following in a tight formation behind him.

I reached inside my jacket, grabbed my phone and snapped several pictures and recorded a video of their journey.

Across the water, to the other side, up the embankment and I watched as the herd disappeared into the distance.

It was at this point that I remembered my train of thought.

My recollections lead me to those times in my life where I’ve walked onto the shores of my aspirations – looking over at the other side, bearing witness to bounty that was there for the taking.

Only for me to refuse the mandate to cross.

Convincing myself that the tempestuous waters were threatening to submerge me beneath their depths.

But in reality the waters…

My challenges…

My demons were only ankle deep.

I only needed to be certain of my footing while keeping my eyes fixed towards the other side.

Fear…

Compounded by a lack of faith, often convinces us to walk gingerly under the false pretenses that we are entering an ocean rather than crossing a stream.

As started back up the street, I knew that I had to be the like the lead deer.

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