Afraid to ask a question.
I always had an intense love for music and loved to sing. I had never joined choir in junior high or high school, because I was under the impression that it cost money to do it. Every year I had been too afraid to ask my parents or the school, because I was afraid of rejection and afraid to burden my parents with a bill for something so trivial. I learned as a junior in high school that no money had ever been required. I missed out on learning how to sing and how to develop a natural gifting simply because I was afraid to even ask a question. In addition, I still have a little note I wrote to my mom when I was just a little kid. I asked her if she would take me to the skating rink, I pleaded for her not to tell me her answer aloud. Instead, I asked her to write it down on the piece of paper I provided for her with a place for her to check yes or no. I was afraid of being rejected to the extent that I could not even hear a no without it causing me to cry or feel like there was something wrong with me. I lived under the fear of rejection. What about you? Perception is reality.
Over the years, I have been placed in circumstances where I was able to confront areas where I felt afraid or rejection. Over time, I have been healed of the fear of authority, the fear of being harmed. Of course through the journey, I was harmed and I did come across some who just were not for me but it was not the case with everyone. My perception has changed and I believe more in myself and in others than ever because I asked if His perception is reality.
Father, I pray for the reader and I ask for healing in the depth of who he or she is and I pray for a release from false preconceived notions about themselves and others. Let Your truth take the place so that they are one with You and Your perception is reality.
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