I am not exactly sure where to start this post. It seems like I have written so many times from a place of fear. An outpouring of emotions that stem from being afraid. As a young girl into adulthood, how the nasty grip of fear has clung to me like a leach.
Tonight there were tears as I was challenged to move on from this grip. This grip that has shadowed me for so so long.
The dark following that tugs at me in different ways. It strikes me in a moment when I watch my babies sleep or before I step on an airplane to leave them for a trip. It suffocates me as I imagine life without them.
“do you believe God is who He says He is? Do you believe what He has promised you?
what would it look like in your situation if you were truly trusting the Jesus of the bible?”
I pressed back.
She responds ” do you not know that the God of the universe is bigger than you?”
I do believe with all my heart that God is who He says He is.
I believe that no matter what I encounter, He will rescue me and never leave me as I walk through it.
The fear needs to go.