“I prayed to the Lord, and he answered me. He freed me from all my fears.
Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy; no shadow of shame will darken their faces.
In my desperation I prayed, and the Lord listened; he saved me from all my troubles.
For the angel of the Lord is a guard; he surrounds and defends all who fear him.” (Psalm 34:4-7).
I think I’ve mentioned before that I heard a sermon from an African-American preacher where he said that fear stood for False Evidence Appearing Real. That’s the truth right there. Most of what I’ve worried about or been anxious about has simply not come to pass. A lot more of what I was afraid of ended up being not nearly as bad as my fears made it out to be.
Still, I have moments of anxiety and fear. It’s ingrained in me. I know that even the bravest still have fear, but choose to act anyway. Not out of the absence of fear but in spite of it. I often remind myself that God is bigger and stronger and better than anything I will ever be afraid of and Jesus has already overcome on the cross anything that could ever come against me. Nothing slips outside of God’s provenance.
I’m thankful God hears my fearful prayers. I’m eternally grateful that He hears even when I have no words.