Fear is a stalker. It stalks me at night, in my dreams, in
the sunlight, and even as i sit at my computer. It terrorizes me with visions
of danger, thoughts that are too heavy to bare.
I cannot lock them away in my drawer or flush them down the
toilet. They are merciless. No kind words will coax them to leave. Nor will they
tolerate distractions. Fear pushes them aside like a sheet blowing on a laundry
line.
What hope do I have? Fear laughs at my defenseless estate.
It oppresses at will. But my Savior is at hand:
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Behold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear
him, on those who hope in his steadfast love, that he may deliver their soul
from death and keep them alive in famine. Our soul waits for the LORD; he is
our help and our shield. For our heart is glad in him, because we trust in his
holy name. Let your steadfast love, O LORD, be upon us, even as we hope in you.
(Psalm 33:18-22)
Meanwhile, He shapes even the torments of fear into tools to
cultivate His harvest:
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For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is
seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do
not see, we wait for it with patience.
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to
pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings
too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the
Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of
God. And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good,
for those who are called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:24-28)
Let the whole world praise Him!
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