I Am Taking It Slow | A Gentle Reminder to Keep Moving Forward Amidst Fear

A reflection on faith, fear, and learning to trust the journey.

Lately, the Lord has been placing unfamiliar thoughts on my heart—ideas I never planned for, directions I never imagined myself taking. They come quietly, without warning, as gentle nudges rather than loud instructions. Sometimes it feels like a whisper saying, there is more for you, even when I am not sure what that “more” looks like yet.

If I am being honest, fear usually comes first. I fear failing. I fear disappointing myself. I fear stepping into something I am not fully prepared for. There are moments when I ask God if He is truly certain about choosing me, because I feel so ordinary and unsure. Staying where I am feels safer. Familiar routines bring comfort, and predictability makes life easier to manage.

But alongside the fear, there is excitement. A quiet kind of excitement that doesn’t shout but lingers. It shows up in moments of reflection, in prayers that feel heavier than usual, in thoughts that refuse to leave my mind. I find myself wondering, what if I am capable of more than I think? That question both scares and energizes me at the same time.

I feel a growing desire to do something more, something different. Not because I am unhappy with where I am, but because my heart feels restless in a way that points upward, not outward. It feels like an invitation rather than dissatisfaction. Still, trusting God without seeing the entire plan is difficult. He never gives the full picture. He only gives enough light for the next step.

I am learning that maybe God is not preparing the destination yet. Maybe He is preparing me. Preparing my heart to trust, my mind to surrender, and my spirit to listen more closely. I am beginning to understand that fear is not always a warning to stop. Sometimes, it is confirmation that I am standing at the edge of growth.

So I am taking it slow. I am not rushing answers or forcing clarity. I am praying even when I do not know what to ask for. I am allowing myself to feel fear without letting it lead. Faith, I am learning, does not mean the absence of fear. It means choosing to trust God even while my hands are shaking.

I do not know exactly where He is leading me. I do not know what this next season will demand from me. But I trust that He would not place these thoughts in my heart if He did not already know what I am capable of becoming.

For now, I will keep showing up. One prayer at a time. One step at a time. One quiet yes at a time. And I believe that is enough.