Fear. It really is such a small word, and yet, it rules with an iron fist. It’s the small voice in the back of your head whispering in your ear: “You’re not good enough.” It’s the poison pumping through your heart telling you to run, to hide, to give up. It’s the seed of jealousy, and the root of hate.
Sadly, fear is also part of every one of us. We’ve all been crippled by fear at some point or another in our lives. I am no exception. I fear failing grades. I fear broken relationships.I fear my own weakness. I fear I’m not enough.
I fear, yes, but I love too, and that is what makes all the difference. Love is the comforting voice whispering: “I’m still here.” It is the seed of hope, the root of compassion, the fruit of forgiveness.
Love is the conqueror of fear. It is what held Jesus to the cross. It is the root of God’s unwavering grace, the grace that reminds me daily, even when fear seams to choke out all hope of light, that I am enough. Love is what tells me I am more than my faults and my weaknesses. Love assures me daily, I am indeed far more than my fear.
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