Fear has always been a struggle for me.
I don’t recall when we first met, but I do know that being shy and introverted provided ample opportunity for fear to show up and take root. So many occasions, in fact, that it became a regular companion of mine.
I experienced fear as a young child over things that seem silly now. Fear as a teenager concerning things that weren’t quite as silly, some of which would probably still frighten me today. Fear as a new mother, and sometimes as the seasoned mother I am now.
Fear, fear, and more fear.
Sometimes it is very subtle, only a random thought passing quickly through my mind. Other times it consumes me as a pounding reality, causing me to squirm and panic.
I don’t like fear. It makes me weak and vulnerable. It hinders me from thinking clearly. It robs me of sleep and steals peace from my day. It is a monster, working hard to shut me down.
But something amazing happened in my life. I began to realize fear could be bridled. Courage could be found. Help was available. All I needed to do was grab hold of the power accessible to me through my relationship with Jesus. Somehow I knew this power would enable me to overcome the debilitating effects of fear.
By digging into the word of God, one verse at a time, I learned that God’s people knew a thing or two about fear. So I memorized a few scriptures such as Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”, and Psalm 56:3-4, “When I am afraid, I will put my trust in You. In God, whose word I praise, in God I have put my trust; I shall not be afraid… ”
And do you know what I discovered? The truth and power of God’s word is tougher than fear’s grip.
Yes, fear still rattles me from time to time, but it doesn’t paralyze me. When it begins to get the upper hand, I unleash my go-to verses, and fear must back down. After all, it is no match for the One who created me, and loves me, and wants His best for me. No match at all.