Fear is a powerful force. It pulls you down into a hole when you should be up standing on the firm ground. It sends you racing around in circles when you should be resting, at peace. The things I usually fear are things that pose no real threat to my life: disapproval, rejection, discomfort, failure. If the very worst thing that I can imagine happens to me, won’t I still be securely in the grip of God’s love? Isn’t that enough? Isn’t that more than enough?
What are you afraid of?