Do Not Fear Fear


English: Fear God... Religious text on a metal...

My days have no divider.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow all meld into one.

Pining for what was pleasant is the consuming desire of each moment.

Hope remains, but it is obscured by daily tasks.

Sleep is deep and sweet.

But the day evaporates into obscurity.

Does this indicate that His promise has been breached?

Has my sin caught His Holy eye so that His lovely eyes no longer look upon me?

Did not those who “would never enter His rest” live out the rest of days before His promise came through death?

We are but to believe and be saved.

Yet it is He who provokes that saving belief.

What shall be said when a man finds troubles yet sleeps soundly as one forgiven?

Guilt is not present.

Though fear of repeat is like a cloud of rain on a cold day while I stand naked in the open field.

What was said?

Can you recall?

“But I will show you whom you should fear: Fear him who, after the killing of the
body, has power to throw you into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him.”  (Luke 12:5)

I do not fear the present turmoil deep within my soul.

It is the slighting of Jesus’ Royalty that captures my attention.

And isn’t this as it should be?