Fear doesn’t ask for permission,

it makes itself at home. 

It rearranges your priorities. 

Shrinks your voice. 

It turns “maybe later” 

into “never."

You don’t have to feel terrified

 for fear to own you. 

All it needs… 

is quiet agreement.

Afraid to speak up? 

Afraid to try again? 

Afraid of loss… 

or being seen? 

That’s not your personality,

that’s a whisper you let live.

But here's truth: God didn’t hand 

you trembling

He handed 

you authority. 

Fear isn't your inheritance,

it's a squatter 

waiting to be evicted.

So, does fear 

own you? 

Or do you 

own your voice?

Start now. 

Break the lease. 

Rewrite the script.