What You Miss When You’re Afraid

As I walked along the San Francisco Bay this morning, I thanked the Lord for helping me overcome the fear of travel, of speaking. of being anywhere away from home. Each time I journeyed out in faith, the fear shrank down.

Now, fear feels like a small, familiar friend who’s there to remind me that God is bigger and that faith wins the day.

I remember all I miss when I let fear control me. I look at the beautiful bird sitting, now soaring, now feeding on the rich feast below the surface, and I rejoice in God’s strengthening power.

The fear just means that you’re about to experience something new and wonderful that you can’t predict. It’s a sign that you’re in a place of trust and dependence. I use the fear the drive me to deeper places of trust–as deep and wide at the water at my feet.