Dear Fear,

I feel your pull.
I know what you want.
My peace, my trust in God, my joy.
All these things are from above, from my Father in Heaven.
He renewed my spirit—He revived it from the zombie state it was in, to brand new: Eternal, alive.
But my soul is the one that he courts. Daily, he draws me closer to him, he replaces the lens I use to see myself with the ones He uses to see me. He shows me truth, gently reminding me of who he is, who I am.

I am loved. I am cared for. I am capable of doing everything he designed me to do when he created me with great intention. I am enough. I love. I trust. I forgive. I breathe.
I know the world is unpredictable. I know I cannot control other people’s actions. I cannot change the past or reach into the future.
But I have never been in control of these things.

I did not give myself this body. I did not will myself to be born.
I did not choose my family. I did not choose my gifts. I did not choose my experience of life.

Not in-spite of my humanity and fragility but because of it, I walk in step with my creator. Sometimes I stumble, sometimes I stand tall, every time he never lets go.
You are right fear, I am not in control, not of my circumstances or people or the future.

I am here, by God’s grace alone.
Let the future bring me news of God’s faithfulness.
I will keep in step with my father. I will trust in his love for me daily. I will depend on him everyday for my daily sustenance; for my body, soul, and spirit.
Fear, you can roar like a lion and bark as loud as the most rabid dog, but I am not afraid of you.
My father’s perfect love defeated you a long time ago, and I will remain secure in my knowledge of his everlasting love for me♥️