Sometimes when I climb I get about 20 feet up the rock and I freak out. When I say I freak out, I mean I freeze. I can't move. I look down and I get freaked out. I can't climb any further and I'm ready to come down.
Usually once I'm at this point I stop and look down at my husband and tell him I'm done. I'm ready to quit. I've had my fill of climbing - I'm ready to take the easy way out - the safe way out. You see I know by quitting nothing bad will happen. I'll just be lowered on the rope and my feet will once again be on the ground. But my husband responds to my announcement, no your not.
He just told me I'm not done! After I clearly told him I was. I say it again, a little louder, just in case he didn't hear me. I'm done. I'm done climbing. I'm ready to come down.
I announce again, I'm done.
This continues for awhile, but he's patient with me. Eventually I make it up to the top. I did it! I beat the climb, and now the hardest part, I have to let go of the rock so i can be lowered down.
Eventually I muster enough courage to let go. He lowers me down and then celebrates with me for finishing the climb. I didn't so much spit in the face of fear, but at least I faced it.
It's harder to quit when you have someone in your corner who won't let you. It's worth taking risks to find friends that will be there to challenge you. It's also worth reading scripture everyday - to memorize it. This helps you remember that God is also in your corner - and if God if for you, who can be against you?