I trust no one who claims to have no fears. Caught off guard and unguarded in a late night conversation, even the most self-assured, staunchest stalwart confesses to anxiety. The equalizing point is the uncertainty and fear of the unknown.
This is when we claim and cling to what can be known. There is a God who loves us. There is a power in this truth that lifts and guides us. We usually shelve and store away Jesus’ words to take no thought for tomorrow because God lives there and will care for us.
The truly brave are those who understand that fear of the unknown is 100% normal and that we are indeed vulnerable to danger. However, those courageous ones also know that we can sleep at night and have a sense of peace when we let God be God.
Beautiful things happen when we live in the oxymoronic freedom of vulnerability.
I am a 60 year-old woman (allegedly). I am supposed to be boisterous and fearless and “world-wise”. But it seems that as I age I become more aware of my lack of knowledge in certain areas, but also my desire to learn. I want my fear to be the notion that I am in full control and have arrived.
The state of being in the freedom of vulnerability is a great state in which to be. Ohio is not too bad, either