Choose to Fear NOT—Part I
“Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy…” Click to Tweet The angel told the shepherds in the field. I have to admit that I still am fearful from time to time. Not about the world or the way it’s going, but my own personal life or some little thing in it. #FearNot #GoodNews
I choose to Fear Not. I don’t live in worry that a terrorist could take my life, because they could if they wanted to. But I know where I’d go if I died. I just got word a small pipe bomb went off in an apartment building just seven short blocks from me on Black Friday. But I’m not afraid of that. Why not? Because I can’t dictate what others do, but I can control myself, at least I’m supposed to. I wish I were more successful.
The face of fear
What unnerved me yesterday during a four-hour drive home from the western part of my state was—that I hadn’t planned properly about where to get gasoline. I had an eighth of a tank, yet I was “afraid” (meaning I lost my temper) that I’d run out of gas. My husband came up with a wonderful plan, and we filled up our tank. And I cooled off.
Why did I get so angry? Why did I fear running out of gas? Maybe it’s because many years ago, I was riding with my mother when twice, bless her heart, we ran out of gas. We were never far from help, but it was an embarrassment to me, and her. My dad was a traveling salesman and he always said, especially in winter, to never let your gas gauge get below a quarter of a tank without filling it, because the smaller amount of fuel could freeze, and you’d be stuck somewhere until the temperature rose.
So today, I choose to Fear Not. I resolve that I will live my life and believe that God has me in his hand. #FearNot #GoodNews Click to Tweet
What about you? What do you fear? Leave a comment and let me know.
Donna L.H. Smith 