Yesterday, I wrote about Daddy being a motivator and encourager. In the night, I had to rely on his word to be fearless.
Since lately, the fear of death has attempted to cripple me and give me anxiety attacks. Two nights ago, I started to think, “this is it, I’m going to sleep and never wake up”.
But I took a deep breath, prayed, and focused on God. I told him that even if I don’t wake up, he’s still God. Tomorrow wasn’t promised to me anyway, and as a Christian, I needed to live in a constant state of readiness. I boldly went to sleep.
And what do you know, I’m still breathing.
Last night, while I sat doing some work a thought came to me, “you know that it’s possible that a stray shot could come right through the window and kill you”. Needless to say, I almost panicked. But again, I took a deep breath and drew for the Word.
I told myself that a wide range of freak accidents could happen right now. But Daddy’s word says:
“You will not fear the terror of the night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.
He knew these things would cause anxiety and panic attacks…so he tells me to be fearless.
And what do you know, I’m still breathing…and so are you.