How to kick doubt, fear and other suck-o emotions in the butt!

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It doesn't matter what you do with your life, you'll experience doubt and fear. Doubt of your abilities, fear that you won't measure up to the competition. Doubt of your mission, fear that you won't complete it. Doubt of your entire life purpose, fear that you've gotten it all wrong.

I know. I've been there. Two days ago, yesterday, this morning....I've been living in doubt of my mission, my abilities, my purpose and fear of failure, that I misread my purpose and that I'm not good enough.

I call these suck-o emotions, because they suck and they make me fell suck-o. (Yeah, I said suck-o. I'm a wordsmith.) I've been critiquing an amazing piece of work by a fellow Christian. Now I won't give details because that's her private work, but I'll say that one of her characters is Satan and he sends the demon of fear into the world. I admit, when I read her story I emailed her and asked, "Is that true or are you making that up?" Because the thought of demons roaming the street is scarier than anything I can conjure in my own imagination.

She responded that it is true. Wonderful. I admit that I don't think about Satan often, if ever. I know there's a hell, I've read Revelations (talk about scary!) but I don't think about Satan walking around Earth, or demons. But it makes sense. And if makes sense that he would use whatever possible to turn us away from God, Jesus, our divine work.

Doubt and fear are just two tools that keep us from following God's will, but man-oh-man are they big ones. I just got back some critiques of my second story and I felt as if someone released me and a feral cat into a closed room and only the cat emerged, a wide smile on his wicked face, my blood under his sharpened claws.

It was rough.

And for the past few days I've questioned everything. My work, my purpose, my voice as a writer, my opinions as a christian....I became fearful of how I represent God in my stories, I worried that I wasn't doing what he wanted me to do, or that I wasn't doing it right, or I wasn't doing it good enough. Stupid doubt and fear overtook every aspect of my being and I no longer wanted to throw off the covers at the beginning of the day, I didn't want to laugh with my son or engage in pillow talk with my husband. I was just depressed.

Then I imagined one of Satan's demons on my back, clawing into me. And I had enough. Enough with the doubt, enough with the fear. I know I'll never be free of these forever, but I'm sick of being stuck in them today.

So I got out a notepad and I started writing the story God has been telling me to write, the one I've been stuck on for a month. I prayed, over and over for help, assurance. And I admitted that I can't do anything without God.

I feel better. In this moment, I feel much better.

Remember that God loves you and is on your side. He's cheering for your success, and he'll guide you along your path. Keep praying, keep believing. And let's kick bad emotions in the butt!