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Fear

 "My fears would surely kill me

If I didn't know the truth

The things that I'm afraid of

Are afraid of You" ~ "Things That I'm Afraid Of" - Josh Wilson

    I had reached a place a couple of years ago where I was more or less fearless, or so I thought. Then the pandemic hit, and while I was never afraid of the virus, I was afraid of what would happen because of the quarantine and separation from others. Unfortunately, some of those fears came true, and having some fears come true has led to new fears feeling even stronger.

    Recently, I have been bombarded with a wave of new fears that has threatened to overwhelm me. My car needs expensive repairs, my dad is facing an unfair situation that I can't help him with, and I am in a new relationship, which is wonderful and scary at the same time. In fact, I am posting this much later than I initially wanted to. Those fears were so strong that it was hard for me to put into words how I was feeling, and even now, it's hard to write this. However, I know I have to. Writing always seems to help me process what's going on in my life, and this blog helps me reach out to others that may be facing the same problems that I am. I'm sure I'm not the only person who is being faced with fears and levels of anxiety that seem insurmountable.

    There are a few songs that resonate with me from the very first time I hear them, and the song quoted above was certainly one of them. I think this song was released to the radio at just the right time for me. Every time I hear it, it's a reminder that even though I'm facing some situations that scare me, I have a Savior standing behind me ready to help me face them. No matter what comes my way, I am held in the arms of a loving and merciful God. I just need to remember to trust that He will work everything out for His good, even when it seems there is no good to be found.

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