Fear is typically one-part fact and about ten-parts fiction. And that kind of formula grows things real big, real fast.

Surrendering is intentionally laying down the power I possess. And have I considered that the power I lay down is often more powerful than that which I’m laying it down in front of? Therefore, I would be wise to recognize that surrender is less the absence of power and more the presence of fear.

Fear is what we’ve made something to be rather than understanding Who God is.

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

I am amazed that without any hesitation whatsoever I can completely believe myself to be on a grand journey of massive vistas and bold ascents, only to find that they are nothing more than a figment of a frightened imagination that needed a journey but could not admit to the fear of actually taking one.

The hand of God is wonderfully evident at those times when He pens stories whose lines we ourselves are far too fearful to pen or whose imaginations are far too limited to envision. And I would unashamedly suggest that the Christmas story is that very story.

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

Sadly, it seems that I have the proclivity to create plenty of devils, but most of the time I don’t even go looking for angels.

I have plenty of faith, but more often than not it’s faith in the belief that faith doesn’t work.