I’m still getting used to living life without the demon of fear crouching on my shoulder, whispering threats in my ear at every turn, reminding me of what the “experts” say, coercing me into making safe decisions rather than wise decisions.
Jesus has given me a taste of the free, abundant life available in Him. Over and over He comforts Don’t be afraid. Fear not. I have not given you the spirit of fear.
- I’m no longer afraid that my family will be riddled with health problems or chronic disease if I don’t grind our grain, grow our food, drink raw milk, avoid all sweets and junk food, and prepare all our meals from scratch WAPF-style.
- I’m no longer afraid that the liberals, or worse, the Muslims, will take over the United States if I don’t do my part to outnumber them through militant fecundity–birthing and raising as many Christian warriors for Christ as I possibly can.
- I’m no longer afraid that my children will learn rebellion and walk away from God if I don’t perfectly submit, Debi Pearl style, to my husband and spank them for the slightest bad attitude or delay in obedience.
- I’m no longer afraid that reading or watching Harry Potter will turn my kids into occultists. Or that sleepovers with trusted friends will be the ruin of them.
- I’m no longer afraid to wear a swimsuit or shorts and a tank top (check out my modesty series for more on this topic).
- I’m no longer afraid of end-of-the-world scenarios. Yes, natural disasters may occur, the end of the United States (as we know it) may be just around the corner, but I’m no longer trusting in my own homesteading skills, emergency preparedness, or food stores to save me. Instead I’m taking Christ at His Word:
do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
- I’m no longer afraid that listening to Taylor Swift or watching Lost will “feed my flesh” and lead me into sinful behavior. Or that missing my morning quiet time will cause me to be grumpy and irritable, therefore ruining my day. God’s Word is not Prozac!
Jesus is calling me to faith, not fear. To freedom, not the bondage of rules. As the hymn says, my burdens are lifted at Calvary, not added!