Failure is a day, not a destiny.

Fear is a phantom, large at night, gone in light.

Fear is a small man standing close to the window of your heart to appear large.

Fear is a candied apple with a razor blade core.

Fear is a storyteller with skills that would embarrass Hemingway.

Fear writes and directs and paints and in the face of your bravest moments reveals a scene of what will be.

The curtain is thrown back and there you are, a failure in the future.

A tomorrow in tatters.

Your actions all wrong, your courage all empty, your hope false.

Fear is a fortune teller who tells you it’s never wrong.

Fear only sees one outcome for you and it is misery.

There are no good days on the horizon.

There is no bright eventual.

It is doom.

It is destruction.

It is over.

Or so fear says as she reads your palm.

But that is a lie.

That is why the most repeated command in the Bible is “do not fear.”

That is why God asks patiently for each and every one of your poisoned anxieties.

Will you fail?

Yes.

Of course.

We all will.

But failure is a day, not a destiny.

An interaction, not an identity.

This is not your forever, this is your Wednesday.

A chapter in a story as long as your life.

Read on.

Throw the lights until they shame the sun.

Tomorrow is coming and fear will not win the day.