Moving my cheese

Everywhere I turn, I see references to courage, fear, and doing things different.

Even in the small book I am reading, "Who moved my cheese?" there are references to courage.

Courage to break out of the rut, courage to seek out new ways of finding good things, courage to venture into the unknown, and courage to break through the fear.

The comfort level of my recent past is no longer there. I have lived for so long with the nail in my foot that I am to the point where I don't even notice it anymore. But now, that nail threatens to make my foot gangrenous, and ultimately, could prove deadly. But I am afraid to remove it, afraid of what might happen if it comes out, afraid of not knowing what I must do next.

I keep praying for courage. Yet inside I shake like a leaf. I don't know what to do, but if I keep asking for help from God and others, they hopefully will continue to show me the way to bust through this fear and find new cheese.