If you love an addict, you fight fear every single day. I have been affected by my loved ones’ addictions each day of my life. Fear has been an unwelcome companion as far back as I can remember. Yet I have learned to fight fear well with God’s help. I want to share what I’ve learned with you today so you can also find hope and healing.
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Book Review: Into the Deep
I’m happy to share a book review of Into the Deep with you today, and offer you a chance to win a copy of the book! Keep reading to learn more.
2 Powerful Books That Set You Free from Fear and Jealousy
I’ve found two powerful books that offer freedom from fear and jealousy. Keep reading to learn how you can win your own copy plus a bookmark!
Five Minute Friday: Steady
Writing for five unedited minutes on the prompt “Steady” for Five Minute Friday.
After school in my childhood, my sister and I stayed with the “S” family after school. My sister and the youngest boy of the family loved to play in the open field behind the house, while I usually stayed inside and read books. But they begged me to come play with them. The problem was, I had to climb over a gate to get to the field.
The gate was locked by the field’s owner, so we couldn’t swing it open. If you wanted to cross, you had to climb over. And I couldn’t do it.
Perfect Love Casts Out Fear
This post helped me win first-place in Kelly Balarie’s Fear Fighting Writing Contest in March 2017. I won a meeting with a literary agent. Thank you to the over 350 people who cast votes for me in the contest!
I used to be haunted by a recurring dream. Running and stumbling in a desert valley at dusk, alone and weary. Desperate to find a hiding place before night settled, but not knowing where to turn. Someone or something was hunting me. Something fierce and deadly. I knew it, but I couldn’t see it. My faceless enemy pursued me and I had to keep running as fast as I could, panting and whimpering all the way.
Childhood fears
Fear was my hunter. The fear of abandonment, in particular. Fear gripped me the day my daddy left when I was four, huddled on my bed and crying, laying the first bricks of protection for the walls in my heart. That fear held on tight for thirty-three more Aprils.