I struggle from time to time with anxiety which is one particular species of fear. I can easily become overwhelmed by fear—some warranted and some imagined. My heart races. My palms sweat. And I get the urge to run away.
I fear for my children’s safety. I fear my own inadequacy. I fear I will do or say something stupid or hurtful. I fear what others will think of me. I fear I won’t have what it takes to do what God calls me to do.
I forget God’s provision, protection, and equipping. I focus instead on my own limited resources and understanding. And anxiety wells up within me.
You might think courage is the opposite of fear, but it’s not. True courage only exists in the presence of fear, not in the absence of it.
Faith is the opposite of fear. Faith and fear cannot exist at the same time in the same mind. Which one you nourish will determine which grows stronger. And the stronger one will win.
What I’m trying to teach myself to remember when fear grips its icy fingers around my heart and my mind is that God is still on His throne. He has not abandoned me, even when I am unaware of His presence.
For too long, I have practiced feeding my fears—allowing my thoughts free reign to wander all over the land of the “what ifs” and imagined dangers. It has become my habit, as natural to me as breathing. I want to replace that habit with a new way of thinking.
I need to continually feed my faith. I need to feed it God’s Word—His promises of love to me. I need to feed it time alone with Him, soaking up His grace. I need to feed it worship music that gives me the words I can’t quite express for myself. I need to feed it transparent fellowship with others who share this journey.
But that doesn’t happen automatically. It’s a deliberate choice, not an accident. I commit to choosing faith not fear. What about you?