I have asked for this. And so, if I have asked for it, and it is being given to me, why not be glad, give thanks, rejoice — as my lifelong morning prayer says?

It would be like saying you love going to horror movies and then hating every minute of it and wishing you weren’t there.

It would be like telling everyone you love roller coasters and then wishing you were home on the sofa.

It would be like announcing you love to travel the world and then being okay with being homesick the entire time.

I asked for this. I asked to see what needs to be seen. So if that’s happening, why aren’t I enjoying what I asked for?

Well, here’s why: Fear wants to keep us right where it has us.