I was paralyzed. I longed to go out and explore the neighborhood, but I didn’t want to get mugged. While staying at my uncle’s house in Toronto, he left me with a house key to go out while he was at work. (I was sixteen, on my way from B.C. to help in the kitchen of a Bible camp in Quebec.) I let fear rule me and stayed home. Later he drove me past the nearby quaint shops, and I kicked myself for losing out on an enjoyable experience.
I can’t keep track of how many times I have been afraid. I cannot count how many times I have shed tears. (Not always both at the same time.) I didn’t choose to trust Jesus when I was afraid in Toronto. I knew in my head that God was always with me, but I didn’t realize that he was really with me. When the almighty King of the universe is with me, there is nothing to fear.
My faith is stronger now. But I still get anxious. I still cry. I am touched to know that my God cares enough about me and you to notice and remember every time we cry. He is not a distant God who saved us only to keep us at arms length. He holds us close and comforts us.
Dear Daddy, Thank you for loving me and holding me close. Help me not to fear but to cling to you. Thank you so much that I don’t have to be afraid. You are so strong.
Throughout this week: Keep track of the fearful anxious thoughts that run through your mind. Bring them into the light and find a Bible verse that counteracts them, such as Psalm 56:3. Write out the verse and say it aloud every time the negative thought comes back.
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