I think we all fear different things at different times in our lives, we probably overcome one, then another crops up us on us again.😕
I decided to stop bothering about fighting fear, it seemed like a waste of time. You fight one, then another shows and the cycle continues like that. So what is to be done.
I came in contact with a quote when I was about 16years that helped me reposition myself when it came to fighting fear “Courage isn’t the absence of fear, but the mastery of it”. Joyce Meyer reiterated this in her famous line ‘Do it afraid’.
I however didn’t break free from fear until the day I met Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, you know them? They live on Daniel Chapter 3. You can check them out.
These guys stood before the king fearlessly (remember the quote? It didn’t mean they didn’t ‘feel’ the fear or the heat of the fire, they probably did, but they didn’t allow it cripple them) and stood their ground.
This hit me because I used to have this fear of thugs growing up. Going to a public school in the days when interschool fighting was more common than inter house sport, I had a good reason to be, considering I was more of an ‘omo-get-inside’, I knew practically nothing of the street life. I was scared of these bad boys.
After a while of seeing all sorts of jazz being used during school fights, the fear grew such that I thought they could even read my thoughts, so I avoid thinking anything bad about them when I am passing by them in school or on the road.
I eventually had a face off with them before I left school sha…twice sef, but that will be story for tomorrow. Today, I’ll focus on one experience that totally liberated me.
I was walking back from school or work, can’t remember exactly which now and as I passed a particular famous tout in the area, I thought of something in my mind. Something along the lines of ‘See this bad boy’s life’.
I immediately I passed him, I looked back to check if he read my thoughts and would come chasing after me to give me the beating of my life, but he didn’t even act like I existed. I heaved a sigh of relief, the the Holy Spirit, so sweet, whispered into my heart.
“Lekan, He can’t read your thoughts. Even if he has jazz that makes him read people’s thought, he can’t read yours”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you are hid with Christ in God. He would have to be able to read Christ’s thought to read yours”
Wow! I practically was fist bumping on the street- in my mind anyway – that was so cool! So soothing and relieving.
Ever since then, fear of thugs has been a thing of the past. Now all I feel for them is concern, a times, pity…love sometimes…respect sometimes too. I believe they can have better lives, they probably just don’t know how to.
Don’t allow fear cripple you.
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” 2Timothy 1:7
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