Whatever the depth of our darkness, God navigated it eons before it was dark. And whatever the duration of our nights, God was there long before it ever turned to night. Therefore, despite our frequent feelings to the contrary, there is no place we might be where God was not lovingly waiting for us an eternity before we got there.

Fear is less about what’s happening to me and more about how I feel about what’s happening to me. Therefore, might it be that my attitude is the thing that I should fear the most?

We can be seized with panic of the fall, or inspired by the potential that lies within the fall.

Is something really ‘too late,’ or is that the excuse I use because I’m ‘too afraid?

I don’t know what’s worse; being afraid to live or being afraid to die. Yet, the thing about Christmas is that it eliminates both.

It is not the absence of hope. Rather, it is the absence of our faith in hope.

Fear tells me that while there might be a host of people who wish to stand beside me in times of crisis, the tangled wreckage is sometimes so enormous that the best of their efforts leave them stranded at a great distance. And standing desperately alone surveying the carnage that holds all others a bay, God suddenly taps me on the shoulder, leans over and whispers, 'how about a little demolition?

Denial is fear gone delusional. Acceptance is fear given to God. Engaging is fear overruled by God. Victory is fear banished by God.

Fear left unrestrained always leaves us running ‘from’ something. Fear harnessed compels us to run ‘to’ something. And fear denied leaves us running in circles.