flee from a giant in a ring. so i managed fear the best way that i knew how – by ignoring his presence and waiting until he was ready to pass me by.
so today, as i walk with fear’s empty threats ringing in my ears, might i have the courage to hear, instead, the full promises of god. when my heart shakes and my spirit screams “fear,” might i whisper “father,” not just once in the morning or right before bed, but a hundred times a day: “father, father, father.” when fear comes along side of me and rattles my settled soul, i pray for strength, not to fight but 