I remember being a fearful child.
Afraid to sleep by myself. Afraid for my mother to be out of my sight. Afraid to be left alone. Afraid of the dark. Afraid of strangers. Afraid of failure. Afraid of what others thought of me.
Life experiences force us to face some of our fears.
I cried on the first day of school, unable to comprehend being away from my mother all day. But I overcame, finished the day, finished first grade and the next eleven years to graduation without my mother holding my hand.
When I was old enough to stay at home by myself, I kept my bouffant hair dryer turned on, it covering the mass of pink curlers like a balloon. The noise of the dryer kept me from hearing any unusual sounds in the house while there all alone. I learned it was OK to be by myself.
When mother sent me next door to the neighbors’ house in the dark, I quoted Bible verses memorized in children’s church all the way there and back to keep the demons away. I learned to enjoy the night seasons.
Somehow I managed to stand and giver a report in school, though my stomach ached with anxiety while I waited my turn. I’m still learning I can “do it afraid” when I speak to a crowd.
Life made me face some of my fears and overcome them.
Still, fear hunts me down, hides in unexpected places, rises up without warning, and screams unspeakable things. Other times, fear comes like a whisper, planting doubt and uncertainty in my unsuspecting mind. “Be afraid. Be very afraid.”
And I hear a question proposed to me, like it was proposed to twelve men two thousand years ago, a voice familiar and beloved:
“Why are you so afraid?”
If I try to formulate a reason, the words flounder and fail in the explaining. I must be in a similar fearful company since Holy God pronounced so many “fear nots” throughout Scripture, enough for every day in the year.
I ask myself, why are you so afraid? What is there to be afraid of? Is not He who holds all creation holding me?
Fear not because God is with me.
Fear not because He will never leave me.
Fear not because my times are in His hands.
Fear not because He hears my prayers.
Fear not because He is working all things for my good and His glory.
Fear not because darkness is as light to Him.
Fear not because He will give me strength for the task.
Fear not because He will help me.
Fear not because He takes away my shame, disgrace, and humiliation.
Fear not because He is God and there is none like Him.
Fear not because no one can snatch me out of His hand.
Fear not because He has a hope and a future for me.
Fear not because He loves me with an everlasting love.
I hear the power of His voice, His commanding strength, His gentle entreaty, “Why are you so afraid, my dear one?”
I respond in faith, humbly bowing, “Lord, with You there is nothing to fear.”