Let me tell you a secret: I'm afraid. A lot.
I'm afraid of speaking--to a group and one-on-one. I'm afraid of failure--whether it's a hard class in school, the ACT test, or on my college apps. I'm afraid of telling about who I am, really, beneath the surface--whether it's expressing my witty, weird sense of humor or telling people I observe the seventh-day Sabbath.
And the fear stretches far beyond that into the simple, everyday things. Most of all, I'm afraid of what God will command me to do (because I'm afraid I'll fail) and afraid of what He's already told me to do (because I've already failed and I'm afraid there's no way I can succeed).
But God has a way of wagging His finger at all my misbeliefs and correcting them Himself.
Like when He reminded me that He didn't give me "a spirit of fear and timidity"--that's something of the flesh--"but of power, love, and self-discipline" (1 Timothy 1:7 NLT).
And those three gifts that He has given are really important and can help me conquer my fears.
Because He's given me the power to ace my tests', classes', and college applications'.
He's given me love--love for Him, to realize that He made me beautiful; love for myself, to be okay with how different I am; and love for others, to be honest and share who I am with them no matter what they may think.
And He's given me the self-discipline to accomplish the things He commands me to do, no matter how difficult they may seem.
And even when fear still creeps up around test-time, socializing-time, or obedience-time, God reminds me He "will personally go ahead of [me]. He will be with [me]; he will neither fail [me] nor abandon [me]" (Deuteronomy 31:8 NLT).
A devotional I read recently gave me this simple advice for dealing with fear: remember who you are. If I know and am assured of the fact that I am a daughter of God, saved by His Son Jesus and filled with His Holy Spirit, then what do I have to be afraid of?
Nothing. Not even death.
That's hard to write, hard to believe. Even as I type the words, my mind races to argue with that statement: "What about kidnapping? What about someone taking my brother or me? What if someone hurts my brother or me, or my mom? What if something happens to my dad?" I try to imagine the worst case scenario--extreme physical suffering, such that it seems unbearable.
But God says I don't have to fear even that: "don’t be afraid of those who want to kill your body; they cannot do any more to you after that" (Luke 12:4 NLT).
And besides, if Jesus could take His extreme physical (and emotional and spiritual) suffering for me, shouldn't I for Him?
The point is, when I remember who I am, I have nothing to fear.
I'm afraid of speaking--to a group and one-on-one. I'm afraid of failure--whether it's a hard class in school, the ACT test, or on my college apps. I'm afraid of telling about who I am, really, beneath the surface--whether it's expressing my witty, weird sense of humor or telling people I observe the seventh-day Sabbath.

And the fear stretches far beyond that into the simple, everyday things. Most of all, I'm afraid of what God will command me to do (because I'm afraid I'll fail) and afraid of what He's already told me to do (because I've already failed and I'm afraid there's no way I can succeed).
But God has a way of wagging His finger at all my misbeliefs and correcting them Himself.
Like when He reminded me that He didn't give me "a spirit of fear and timidity"--that's something of the flesh--"but of power, love, and self-discipline" (1 Timothy 1:7 NLT).
And those three gifts that He has given are really important and can help me conquer my fears.
Because He's given me the power to ace my tests', classes', and college applications'.
He's given me love--love for Him, to realize that He made me beautiful; love for myself, to be okay with how different I am; and love for others, to be honest and share who I am with them no matter what they may think.
And He's given me the self-discipline to accomplish the things He commands me to do, no matter how difficult they may seem.
And even when fear still creeps up around test-time, socializing-time, or obedience-time, God reminds me He "will personally go ahead of [me]. He will be with [me]; he will neither fail [me] nor abandon [me]" (Deuteronomy 31:8 NLT).
A devotional I read recently gave me this simple advice for dealing with fear: remember who you are. If I know and am assured of the fact that I am a daughter of God, saved by His Son Jesus and filled with His Holy Spirit, then what do I have to be afraid of?
Nothing. Not even death.
That's hard to write, hard to believe. Even as I type the words, my mind races to argue with that statement: "What about kidnapping? What about someone taking my brother or me? What if someone hurts my brother or me, or my mom? What if something happens to my dad?" I try to imagine the worst case scenario--extreme physical suffering, such that it seems unbearable.
But God says I don't have to fear even that: "don’t be afraid of those who want to kill your body; they cannot do any more to you after that" (Luke 12:4 NLT).
And besides, if Jesus could take His extreme physical (and emotional and spiritual) suffering for me, shouldn't I for Him?
The point is, when I remember who I am, I have nothing to fear.
When I lose my way,
And I forget my name
Remind me who I am
In the mirror all I see
Is who I don't wanna be
Remind me who I am...
Tell me, once again
Who I am to You, who I am to You
Tell me, lest I forget
Who I am to You, that I belong to You
--Jason Gray, "Remind Me Who I Am"
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Another devo-ish post yayyy! Well, I think yay. And apparently a lot of you do, too! So what do you think about this post? How do you handle fear? If you're a Christian, what Bible verses have you used to combat fear? If you aren't a Christian, what helps you fight fear? Let me know in the comments!















