"Don't ask Him to take away all my fears," she responds. "I need some of them."
"Which ones do you need?"
"The ones that keep me safe, you know, from bad places and dangerous things," she explains.
Some fear is good, I realize.
Just that afternoon at the pond, I find myself overcome by fear. A snake slithers across my garden shoes, and I nearly run back home, leaving my children behind. It moves into the water, and suddenly, the whole landscape changes.
|Snake in the Pond|
The beautiful pond turns ominous, deadly, haunted. My beautiful secret pond has trees with claws and thorns set as traps for my arms and legs.
I actually can't breathe for a minute.
|The Trees Have Claws|
Snakes! They really are out here. But then I find my camera, and I notice the way the late afternoon sun covers the whole place. When I see what the sun reflects, I perceive beauty again. It's the kind of beauty that always lives alongside danger and fear.
Put back in context, I realize that a little garden snake and an old tree don't have any power here. There's something greater in these woods. The fear is real, but there's always something greater than our fear. It's the power of God. It illuminates this path, covers everything, and lets us run with freedom.
|Running with Freedom|
Journal: What fears do I need to put in the right context today?