A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of sitting in on auditions for a musical my friend was directing. About halfway through the evening, a young girl of about 9 came on stage in her blue flower dress and announced fearfully that she would be singing, "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music. It was clear how terrified she was as the tears welled up in and her faced tightened.
A she began to sing, her voice wobbled as she writhed her hands together, trying desperately just to get through this.
Slowly though, as the list of girls in white dresses and blue satin sashes rang through the sanctuary, the girl's demeanor began to change. The tears disappeared from her eyes, her face relaxed, and by the end one could even detect a hint of a smile on her relieved looking face.
That thing we most fear is almost never as scary as we create it to be in our minds.
This easily forgotten truth was never more apparent than with the girl in the blue flower dress, who unknowingly went through the exact journey she had been singing about. In the end, she came to the same conclusion as Maria Von Trapp. After facing her fears, she didn't feel so bad
A she began to sing, her voice wobbled as she writhed her hands together, trying desperately just to get through this.
Slowly though, as the list of girls in white dresses and blue satin sashes rang through the sanctuary, the girl's demeanor began to change. The tears disappeared from her eyes, her face relaxed, and by the end one could even detect a hint of a smile on her relieved looking face.
That thing we most fear is almost never as scary as we create it to be in our minds.
This easily forgotten truth was never more apparent than with the girl in the blue flower dress, who unknowingly went through the exact journey she had been singing about. In the end, she came to the same conclusion as Maria Von Trapp. After facing her fears, she didn't feel so bad
