Jesus floatees

As I was writing my last post and thinking of titles, I thought about doing some lame play on Hamlet's soliloquy, "To be, or not to be."
I looked it up to refresh my memory, and I got a little something out of it that can apply to my life.

"But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action."

Fear of death and what happens after we die makes us carry on with the tedious, sometimes painful lives we live. The situation he was talking about was far more dire and bleak than my own, but I have a paralyzing fear that's keeping me in a loop, too: fear of failure.

I was listening to an Andrew Wommack teaching yesterday on learning to follow God's will. He was talking about the story of Jesus walking on the Sea of Galilee. He said at some point, like Peter, we need to jump out of the boat. He said that shouldn't be such a scary thing to contemplate. Not because it requires an incredible amount of faith, but because the boat the disciples were in was being tossed about in a storm and in danger of sinking.
I either sink in the boat, or jump out and trust God.
Why cling to a tedious life in a sinking boat?

So the answer is, I will be out of the boat ... now, what exactly I will be, I'll let you know when I find out.