I have never met someone who has never experienced fear. In all honesty, I don't know if I want to meet that person; they sound a little obnoxious in the same way that person who has already become everything you want to be is obnoxious. Part of you wants to be them; the other part of you really just wants to punch them in the face.
Needless to say, fear is something I've experienced all too often. Just ask Husband. Some prime (and admittedly ridiculous) examples of fears I have had include (but are, unfortunately, not limited to): the time when I was preggers with Lady A and was craving an everything bagel, so I bought one at a local bagel shop and then remembered that there's like a 1 in 835987972645593756583638658392 chance that poppy seeds could be tainted with opiates, so I refused to eat it. Yep. That happened. I was going to list other examples, but that one's pretty hard to beat, so I'll just leave it at that. :P
Anyway, you get the point. Fear. It's real. And it's become so common that I think we chalk it up to being normal, but, the fact is, fear was never supposed to be a part of our everyday existence. This has been my favorite song lately. It's been on repeat in my house many a day this year so far. It wrecks me every time. Do you hear what that song says? "You split the sea, so I could walk right through it. You drowned my fears in perfect love. You rescued me, so I could stand and sing, 'I am a child of God!'" That's awesome.
Fear has no place in our lives, yet we give it so much power over us. I couldn't even bring myself to eat that stupid bagel because I was afraid. And fear isn't an adult problem. My sweet 10 month-old has felt fear even at her young age. Anytime our front door opens she whimpers and clings to me until she sees who it is that has opened that door. I have no idea where she learned that fear, and I don't know what about it scares her. She's normally brave and outgoing, a little daredevil. And no one has ever hurt her in her life, so I really don't know what it is that she's afraid of when the door opens. But seeing that fear reaction showed me something else I want for my daughter: I want her to be fearless, not because she's smart and strong and beautiful, even though she is all of those things, but because she knows Whose she is. She is (and you are, and I am) a child of God. Not a slave to fear. A child of God.
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33
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