When he ran away from home, he lived in his car before heading up North to build bridges. Even though he wasn't much more than a boy, the men there gave him a home in their camps and a job. He worked from great heights, dangling in a bucket over rushing rivers and rocky ravines. Sounds like a brave thing to do, but all the years that I knew him, and we were married for 36 years, he was afraid of heights.
Fear is a state of mind, it's not true, why do we give it so much credence?
Ghandi said "There would be nothing to frighten you if you refused to be afraid."
If I refused to be afraid, what would happen?
I would realize that when I went through the 'deep waters' I did not drown.
I would learn that when I go through the 'fires' I will not be consumed.
I would know that when I go through the dark valleys, I will rise above them.
I would discover that when I am in the 'storms' of life I will get washed...
...to be washed by heavens rain, of what shall I be afraid?
I will not be afraid for You have ransomed me, You have called me by name. I am yours and You said to me "you are precious to me, you are honored and I love you...so do not fear, for I am with you, do not be dismayed for I am your God I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10, 43:4
John was right, there is nothing to fear.
