I do it. You do it. For some reason, people do it all the time. There’s no rhyme or reason. Actually, it doesn’t make sense at all. Yet we lean on it as a crutch, as a defense mechanism of sorts. We deny. Deny, Deny, Deny.
Do you want to get married? No, I don’t want to be anchored down, he says, knowing full well he’d love the wife, kids, white picket fence and dog in the yard. Do you want another child? I’ve got my hands full/I’m busy as it is/Are you kidding me? When in reality, despite all the work involved, nothing would give me more joy than another little person. And the denial doesn’t just apply to personal life. Career, goals, hopes, dreams. For some reason, discounting the desires of our hearts can be par for the course.
I think we’re often afraid of what other people may say about the desire. Or what they’ll think of us if we don’t quite achieve the goal. Or … even worse … if we were “believing God” to bring it to pass, does He look bad when it doesn’t?
Well, no more. If I want it, I’m saying it and going for it. Don’t get me wrong, you should still employ wisdom in making decisions about what you share and whom you share it with. But I don’t see any point in denying who I am, or what I want.