I can be paranoid. On edge. Worried. Cautious. Overly anxious.
Basically fear. No matter how you label it, I have to fight it. And I have to fight it in such a way that I do not become blind to those things which I should be aware of, but also...not become consumed with that fear.
Because I do, much too easily.
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It's such a debilitating emotion. It cripples my soul and makes me want to give up. What is the point of continuing to fight and try when fear only creeps closer and closer?
There is every point. Because when fear grabs and jerks at my throat, it's the devil's talons sucking deep. And I can't live my life bathed in fear. I can't wake up to a day without hope or joy or peace. And I have to turn to the giver of those gifts, fall on my face and beg for His holiness to sweep through me.
But too often this is my last response. It's not my chosen direction and I give into the fear. Let it fill my chest until I can't breathe. It's not a pleasant way to live life. It's not an honest way to live life. Because God calls us to rise above the rest of the world. To put our trust in Him and Him alone.
That's not to say we shouldn't be aware or alert, watching the darkness around us. But it's everything about not letting that darkness slip in upon us.
I can't live in fear. So I make this stand.
I REFUSE to live in fear.