Fear is Awful

The only problem is that it is full of the wrong kind of awe. The right kind of awe is the fear of the Lord, the gasping speechless state of being incapacitated by the splendor of God. The wrong kind of awe, the awful kind rather than the awesome kind...well it was going to require me to meditate on it to be able to describe it, and I refuse.

God is good. Jesus loves me, this I know. For the Living Word tells me so.

There was a time when I ran away. Then there was a day when I bowed my head and said, "Okay, I am not running anymore. I need you." That has not changed. God, I need you. Like the flowers need the rain, you know I need you.

I need the Body of Christ. I needed to talk to a friend tonight, and saw how few I had to even consider. The guy I really wanted to talk to tonight died in the Spring.

Maybe I really wanted / needed to talk to that part of him that was the real reason I trusted him. What I wanted to say, I wanted to say to the Spirit. What I needed to hear, I needed to hear from the Spirit.

Take every thought captive. I guess I have just gotten out of practice. Recognize the voice as the enemy. Grab on tight and run toward Christ. The lies will wiggle away. The truth will remain. I'll end up facing the Love of my soul.

No darkness, no lies can stay there.