A bit of light-hearted relief in our God-sized dream journey this week as this comes to you by power of my (Spirit and faith-filled) imagination.
I know that no matter how boldly I may proclaim it, the fear monster has a way of creeping and sneaking back into my life to kill, steal and destroy.
Hopefully, the confidence and courage I have displayed here will rub off on me and on you too as you read!
“For God has not given us a spirit of timidity (of cowardice, of craven and cringing and fawning fear), but He has given us a spirit of power and of love and of calm and well-balanced mind and discipline and self-control” ~ 2 Timothy 1:7
So when the fear monster knocks at the door of our hearts we can:
Holley has asked us to “have a little talk with the fear in your life” by writing a letter to it.
So here goes:
You’ve had too much attention from me
and it’s gonna stop.
For far too long you have held me captive…
but no longer.
So sit up and pay attention to Me instead!
bare teeth, bark like crazy, jump up with menace, ready to rip apart,
or lay down with innocent-guised slobbering, ball and bone playful,
looking intelligently placid, while you plan the next move – on your laptop,
Though you primp and preen with self-importance,
bigging yourself up larger than you are, flouncing in your finery,
snappy-yappy to all who challenge,
when you know you have No Power Whatsoever to do more
than run scared – tail between legs.
with horns outstretched, body proud and noble,
weighty killing machine, monarch of all you survey;
head lifted high to scent for danger,ears and nose a-twitch,
snuffling for food in the wild, aware of your prowess.
Your rattle, hissing, and poisonous venom I have swallowed blind
over years without number, without thinking.
Now, I choose to ignore the slither
and ‘come hither’ of you creeping close.
Now, I want to kick you into grass
I’ve had enough of you invading my space
For, Serpent of Old,
you are dead in my eyes.
Just a dried-out husk of skin
I no longer seek to be wrapped up in
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For, I’m a wily old bird,
wise to your ways.
Now, I can pick you up as the slimy,
weedy little worm you are,
and toss you aside.
Creeping black cat-like into our thoughts,
scratching around in our psyches
claws outstretched, back arched in anticipation
of sinking teeth into hopes and dreams.
You think you’re huge and roaring
but you’re only tiny, shadow-boxing.
Get ready to run scared.
The battle cry is due.
The Lion of Judah is on the move
His roar The One to run from
He’ll swipe you aside with ease
and already has devoured you.
His the courage we need,
His the strength to resist,
His the faith to protect us.
Only we believe the lies,
give you room to play your games,
little seeing you for what you really are –
mist, myth, mischief and mayhem-maker,
dream-stealer, dark shadow,
form without substance
just…..False Evidence Appearing Real
You’re a Figment,
no more, no less.
So, what are you waiting for?
Get Outta Here!
“There is no fear in love (dread does not exist), but full-grown (complete, perfect) love turns fear out of doors and expels every trace of terror! For fear brings with it the thought of punishment and (so) he who is afraid has not reached the full maturity of love (is not yet grown into love’s complete perfection).” ~ 1 John 4:18