When you move across cities, it’s your heart’s cry to find people you can call family who live where you are.
When you leave the town you’ve always lived in, the home of your parents and grandparents, your brothers, home to your closest friends, home to the church family you love, fear tries to tell you that you’re trading a life of relationships for a life that is scratched of them – a life that is lonely.
Fear is the voice of a liar.
And when you so quickly find a group of people who welcome you with open arms and treat you and your children like you are family and give themselves to meet your needs, you are awed and grateful at how God provides. And even then, fear pokes up it’s ugly head.
You may be in the middle of a conversation, when it whispers that the real you is someone they’ll never trust, when it tells you to be someone else. It may ask you if these people could ever truly say that they believe in the work that God is making in you.
Fear speaks words of doubt and worry and nothing from the hand of God.
Fear speaks words that could drive you away from the very people God is pointing you too. In questioning the love people have for you, fear tries to kill the love you have for them.
The joy is in the knowing that fear has no power in a heart that belongs to Jesus.
If I was found in the goodness of shy Maggie, then when fear speaks I would have no strength of my own to stand.
But shy Maggie is dead and buried and fear’s words can stay in the grave with her because fear is powerless in a life that is found in the person of Jesus. He calls me free.
On the day He made me new, His Love found me where I was held captive by fear and made me free. I am free to love.
“For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died for all, therefore all have died.” 2 Corinthians 5:14
“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.” Galatians 5:1
“So if the Son sets you free you will be free indeed.” John 8:36