Whenever I hear the saying, ‘fear is a liar’, it always makes me pause to ponder. I get that fear is telling you to be afraid although there is nothing to fear. I think, however, that this mantra goes deeper.
I received a video text message from my granddaughter yesterday morning. PMB is ten but going on twenty-eight, she is the most sturdy and fearless child that I have ever known. Plus she’s got the work-ethic of a tyrant; she never lets up until she reaches the finish line. She is my hero.
Her voice on the video asked me “Can you come to my house tomorrow?” Now, mind you, her house and my house are 1,000 miles apart. She continued her dialogue, playing to the camera as only a seasoned veteran can do; her voice was telling me “I’m having an MRI tomorrow.” My goodness. I knew that this was coming up – as a precaution to an injury in her Dance Cheer sport. The Doc said, “Good idea to get a picture”.
We texted back and forth for a few, and then the day got busy and it was already tomorrow. I was anxious to hear something. I didn’t have to wait long. I opened up FB and the first thing I saw was her beautiful face boasting a courageous smile, two thumbs up, looking sassy and victorious. Wrapped around each wrist were layer-bracelets spelling out “Fear Is A Liar”. I knew then and there she had made them to wear when she went to face-to-face with the demon MRI machine. I reached her mother later, she confirmed it true.
I thought about this little warrior slaying her MRI dragon, and the message that her bracelets spelled out, and, I realized her display of courage was not the absence of fear, but her triumph over it. So, fear is a liar, I get it now!