When I was a kid, the only thing I can consciously remember being afraid of was being left alone.  My parents were forced to go away for a few days to tend to all the things that have to be tended to when a parent passes away.  My grandfather on my dad’s side had died and of course, my dad had to be there to help his sister close up the house, etc.  Mom traveled with him to help in whatever way she could as she had gone through this herself several years before.

As a seven or eight year old I was panicked wondering what would happen to me if something were to happen to both of them while they were away.  I was told that my mom’s twin brother had whatever necessary authority to raise me in that event, the thought of which left my blood running cold.  I like my aunt and uncle and cousins well enough, it’s just that they were soooooooo far away in Minnesota, and I was currently in Idaho.  I would have to get used to a new place, meet new friends, new school, and the downside just kept flooding into my thoughts.

I spent the few days they were gone with neighbors whose son and daughter were my best friends.  We had a lot of fun together, but boy oh boy, was I eternally grateful when my parents came home!!  I doubt they ever knew the fear I had felt, but it all dissipated once I saw their faces!  Up until that time I don’t think I’d ever been so glad to see anyone in my life.

In the many years that have followed, I’ve had several other occasions to have fear, as I’m sure you all have as well.  Sometimes, especially when I was in the midst of my family breaking up, the fear was so intense at times I could do nothing but roll up into a ball, the fetal position I think they call it, and cry and wait until the wave of fear subsided.  Other times, fear for my children or grandchildren would evoke those same types of feelings, but not quite as intense.  Fear of physical harm, fear of being alone, fear of rejection, fear, fear, fear.

Sometimes fear seems to come in “like a flood” or a dust storm!

We’ve all felt it in one way or another, but the one thing I’ve been constantly  reminded of since receiving Jesus as my personal savior and Lord of my life is that God has not given me the spirit of fear, but of power and love and a sound mind!  (found in 2 Timothy 1:7) 

Ok, then, where does fear come from, and how can you get over it?  Well, someone years ago came up with an acrostic for fear:  False Evidence Appears Real.  So often this is absolutely a truthful saying.  The enemy of our soul has a way of throwing situations, or the possibility of certain situations, into our lives that may never happen or most likely will never happen and then he lies to us about them making us think they are a “done deal”.  Our response, all too often, is to panic as if this situation is real and we go off the deep end.  Our confidence in God is shot all to pieces because we start blaming Him as if He let it happen, when in fact, nothing has happened at all.  It’s just all in our minds where the enemy has a field day lying to his heart’s content!

Once again, I refer back to the divorce I went through many years ago.  I was in effect forced out on my own because the children were going to stay with their dad partly because I was going to have to work two or three jobs to survive and had no time left to take care of them, nor did I drive or have a car to get them back and forth to the Christian school where they were enrolled.  Even though God had given me Scriptures to reassure me, I was still in panic mode as I had no skills to sell myself into the business world I thought, and my future seemed doomed for failure.  The enemy had a “field day” in my brain for awhile, to be sure!

However, as I lived each day and relied, trusted and leaned on Him one day at a time (more like one minute at a time!!!!), things slowly fell into place and none of the lies I’d been hearing in my head and believing would happen came to pass.  As I spent time in the Word of God, listened to Christian TV, tapes, and Christian music to encourage my soul, I gained more strength, more insight, more knowledge, and pretty soon, fear began to lose its grip.

I cannot say that I am fearless in every area of my life, but now I know that fear doesn’t come from God.  So, when I do find myself in fear, I know that I need to get closer to Him and stop listening to the one who is spewing the lies, and start listening to the postive, uplifting voice of the Spirit of God through His Word.

At the name of Jesus, fear must go!

I am certainly aware that some fears are rooted in things from our past as a child or in the womb or perhaps even far back into our ancestry that have been passed down to us, however, even those things are able to be loosed from us if we are willing to give them to the One who can bring healing and restoration.

If you have experienced or are experiencing that debilitating, gut wrenching fear that many of us have known, may I encourage you to stop listening to and then repeating the enemy’s lies out of your own mouth.  Turn to the life giving Word of God instead.  You will literally feel a difference in your soul and your heart will be encouraged.  What have you got to lose??  Fear!