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Lauren Manning
How do you live without fear? How do you choose to love generously, unselfishly, freely?
Fearlessly?
You start by asking a few introspective, rhetorical questions, apparently… (at least that’s what I’m doing)
- What do I fear? That people will see me – small, hopeful, eager, unsure – and reject me?
- That I will provide only disappointment?
- That my dreams are too big for my britches?
- That I won’t measure up to some immeasurable standard?
You can’t be motivated by fear.
You can be bullied by fear, but not encouraged. Fear only pushes you into corners, closets, tight, dark, “safe” spaces. Fear inhibits.
You can be intimidated by fear. Out of fear, you want to please (who?), provide the right image, live the right kind of life. You get so busy trying to please others that you lose yourself. Fear clouds the clear vision. Fear confuses.
When you’re full of fear:
you don’t know what is important. You’re confused. Priorities? Uh… Your days are hit or miss. You’re running, scrambling, doing but never feeling like you’ve done enough.
You’re treating adults like children and children like potentates. You have a bad case of control-freak-itis. You’re envious and resentful, everybody has it better than you.
You’re tired but refusing to ask for or accept help. You can’t relax. You want your way or nothing. You’re not submitting, resting, growing, learning, enjoying. Instead, you’re resisting, defending, grabbing, creeping, scurrying from one day to the next.
For consider your calling, brethren, that there were not many wise according to the flesh, not many might, not many noble; but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong, and the base things of the world and the despised God has chosen, the things that are not, so that He may nullify the things that are, so that no man may boast before God. 1 Cor. 1
Why are we so susceptible to Fear?
We’re always trying to stabilize the transient things, solidify and structuralize these fluid circumstances and gatherings and moments and keep them untouched, unchanged, endlessly repeating. All because of fear.
We fear change, the unseen, unknown, unfamiliar. What if? What if?
What if we really held onto God as our safety? We would be able to accept change and still be safe.
We want safety.
We want stability.
We sacrifice so much for that feeling of safety, which in the end is still only a feeling, a sensation, a myth because the things of this world are passing away – all of them – no matter how solid and strong and sound and structured and stable they are.
(Still, she thinks, I wouldn’t mind just to experience that feeling for a while, even if it is just a feeling….)
The feeling of safety lures us, like a drug.
We see change as a precipice, we get near the edge and panic. Oh fear, my companion! Oh anxiety attack, my next of kin!
Quick, scuttle backward to some presumed safety net (a closed door, a steady paycheck, a smaller life, all the ruts of familiarity).
Feet on ground. Head in sand. We do not dare jump over that edge. It wouldn’t be smart. It wouldn’t be stable. It wouldn’t be safe.
Would it?
You can’t risk it.
Can you?
Or do you pull yourself out of the fog, the negative what if, and choose to see God everywhere (He is) and choose to know that He is faithful (He is) and jump – LEAP of faith! – (crazy, yes!) – into thin air over the edge?
Will you fall? If you fall, a God you know also knows you. If the God you know is everpresent and evergood, He will be waiting and He will be willing and there is no fear, no fall, only freedom.
And then the what ifs starting ringing in your ears again, just when you’ve almost convinced yourself to DO IT, JUMP! GO! RISK! LEAP!
We whisper this to a friend, a brother, a sister, a spouse, a parent, and well-meaning, well-wishing, all sweetness and good intentions they say, Yes, but….
“Yes, but…”
“Yes, BUT…”
With God there is YES. Not “Yes, but…”
All the what ifs end with Him.
What if I stopped worrying and simply did my work and trusted God?
What if I lived and moved and had my being in God’s economy and simply opted out of the world’s mess?
What if He did care?
What if even my mistakes in His hands bcame tools and steps that moved me to good?
What if I felt no fear?
What if I knew I would succeed?
What if every voice spoke truth, encouragement, and all doubt and pessimism and negativity was banished?
What if we believed in a God who is bigger wiser kinder more generous, more loyal, more exciting, more involved than we ever gave Him credit for being?
What if we are more than conquereors, really, a chosen generation, warriors, tribe of God, overcomers, victorious stewards, kings and queens, children of the Most High God?
Woudn’t that be something.





