Tag Archives: Fear

The Deep Well

The source of our deepest joys, the kindle for our raw happy emotions, can be the source of enormous tragedy. Some have pondered walling up, fortifying the heart against incursion. That prospect is isolated madness. Some say the emotion is … Continue reading

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Chilly Morning

I long to focus on this day, not in fear of what tomorrow brings. A lifetime of Your faithfulness and yet anxiety can still be seen in my reflection on the gentle water. Lower than the birds who sing their … Continue reading

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Holy Armor

Like a thunder roll, it comes from a distant place making its presence known but the threat is afar. Put on the armor! Don’t wait for the frightful clash that sends a chill down the spine and knocks the knees. … Continue reading

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Sleep Snatcher

Sleep snatcher, enemy, get away from me! My Father gives faith for the day and you want me to play your futile worry game. Fearful situations are easy to conjure and you want me to forget the years my Father … Continue reading

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He Comes

I shouldn’t ever be afraid but unbelief still gives me willies. Then I can see the Shepherd coming to fetch the one that has strayed from His side. It happens so quickly, I wander off down a thought and bam, … Continue reading

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Creepy

You move so fast it’s hard to detect you, like a stray hair moving across my arm, but you are black, my hair is brown, (teehee) and you have eight legs! Get the #%@@ off me!!! robin, 2013

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MOJO

I haven’t been “myself” and C. said to me this morning, “don’t worry, you’ll get your mojo back.”  So I have been pondering my mojo.  I looked up the word in the urban dictionary and although it seems to have … Continue reading

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