I awoke from the dream covered in sweat, trembling. Where was my phone? I needed to call my in-laws.
Yes, that’s where the kids were. Were they okay? Had something terrible happened?
Perhaps this was God’s way of telling me about some impending tragedy. I couldn’t get the visual of the body bag out of my head. Everything trickled in and out of my subconscious but was so real, so palpable. I grasped my surroundings to remember where I was.
My mother-in-law immediately texted me and told me the boys were fine. I sighed and my body relaxed little. It was the morning after a weekend blogging conference and I busied myself with packing and checking my flight itinerary.
But no matter how much I occupied my hands and feet, I could not occupy my mind.
For days, the images flitted in and out. I analyzed possible meanings and wondered if the enemy was plotting an attack.
My mind went down an endless trail of what-ifs. God’s grace was nowhere to be found in my endless wandering around the land of the unknown.
When I considered telling others about the dream, I held back, thinking I’d be judged. Or perhaps, even worse, my fears would be confirmed.
Over the next few days, my thoughts were consumed. I was convinced something catastrophic was going to happen and I braced myself for it.
One morning as I sipped coffee and checked email, dear friends sent voice texts back and forth. After our usual pleasantries the topic shifted. Here was my opening. They were discussing fear. Still, I hesitated.
When you bring your worst fears out into the open you have to encounter the worst one of them all: the fear that they are real. With everything in me, I longed for this not to be the case.
With obvious uncertainty, I told my story. I brought my burden before my sisters and relayed all the horrific details of the nightmare. And instead of judgment, I received love.
God’s perfect light cannot cast out fear which is left in the dark.
When we bring our worries out into the open, the body of Christ can speak life into us and help us see the truth. They show us that fear is not of God, but of the one who wants us to live my life in a state of paralysis and what-ifs.
For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
2 Timothy 1:7 NIV
Friend, if you’re struggling with fear today, I encourage you to bring it to your Heavenly Father. He already knows, and is more than capable of easing your anxious mind. And then, tell someone else you trust to help you gain perspective. It’s amazing how often our mind exaggerates situations which are beyond our control.
That afternoon, as I stepped out of the dark and into his glorious light, I saw everything around me more clearly. No weapon formed against me would prosper. No, I was safe in the arms of the Father.
Stepping out into the lingering warmth of summer, I had spring to my step for the first time in days. And the view was magnificent.
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