Expanding on my recent flash that our problem is never the named thing; it is fear of the named thing: My named thing was never panic attacks, it was never left all alone, it was never dementia...it was and is fear. Fear of each of those and every other "thing" that we mentally, physically and spiritually resist.
When the thought nothing turns me to God faster than fear awakened in my consciousness, I was freed of fear of fear.
It has slowly dawned, however, that freed I may be, but remembering my freedom is a whole 'nother thing. Fear of fear hangs in to be used as the horns that dig into my head and heart to keep me headed in the right direction. I can now...sometimes still with shaking hands and trembling lips...welcome fear to "come sit down beside me, and know you, too, are loved."
I am fully aware, or close enough, that it is not my reasoning mind that is able to welcome fear, it is the God of my own understanding. I have no control, I want none...but I still kinda hanker for knowledge beforehand.
It takes a fairly constant reminder from me to me that knowledge beforehand is faith, plain and simple. We already have all the faith there is, but we must live it for that truth to come alive in us.
We are not meant to live that faith 24/7/365 for which we can kick up our heels and shout hallelujah! Why else is God on the field?
God has our back, needs no brainpower from us...just love and laughter, and that is all.
Thank you.
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