I used to be afraid at night, afraid of the dark, afraid that just beyond the point my eye sight allowed me to see that there was something lurking.
Afraid that the darkness itself will somehow surround and swallow me up. As if darkness were anything more than simply the absence of light.
I used to be afraid of tomorrow. Afraid that who I was will continually dictate who I am, and that who I will be might be someone who I didn’t like very much at all. As if there were no such things as being made new.
I used to be afraid of opinions; afraid that their word will not only break my bones they certainly will shatter my dreams, as if I started doing this for the approval of many rather than the Glory of one.
I used to be afraid of failure; afraid of losing, afraid of falling, afraid of being wrong, creating burst and looking absolutely stupid because who am I to think that I can actually make a different, as if those set backs were anything more than stepping stones in the paths to success.
I USED TO BE AFRAID
Used to!
But then I did a little research and by that, I mean re-searched and I re-searched , and I re-searched over and over again, and through all my researching I kept on coming up with the same exact questions.
WHAT ROOM DOES FEAR HAVE?
For some people, worry, anxiety and fear are constant companions: fear of death, fear of danger and fear of evil. And too often, these fears are crippling, keeping us from the life God has called us to live. Really leant a lot from this post...
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