Day thirty-four: Why do I fear?

Why do I fear?

I won’t say I have a fear because my fears are not on vain things.

One of the things I ‘fear’ is Daddy’s visitation.

I have seen in Scriptures how people of old trembled at the sight of an Angel or when these persons had Daddy visiting them.

Most times, when I think upon these things, I get frightened.

I don’t know how I can manage to contain myself when He comes.

Will I hide? Will I cry? Will I just collapse or will I act like I haven’t seen Him?

This is making me a Tamela Mann already.

Hahaha…weird huh?

These questions have been on heart for as long as I can remember.

Sometimes I think I am too expectant but I know that my expectations will not be cut off.

Today, I came across Mark 4.

Mark 4:35-41 talks about Jesus calming the storm.

When His disciples were getting frantic because of the storm, Jesus Christ asked them of why they were afraid and why they lacked faith.

I pondered on Jesus' statement awhile and this led me to ask myself why I feared Daddy's presence.

The first thing I learnt after reading Mark 4 was that whenever I fear, it means I lack faith. I also came to the realisation that my fear of Daddy’s presence has nothing to do with piety but everything to do with a lack of faith in Jesus Christ. Why would I fear a presence that will make me whole and not rip me apart?

Why should I fear Someone Who has good thoughts concerning me?

Today, I learnt that to embrace Daddy's visitation and a closer fellowship with Holy Spirit is me growing in vulnerability towards Jesus Christ... and that is a good thing. (maybe I should write on my journey towards vulnerability)

So what if I get scared a little bit...or a lot, actually?
Will I die?
And even if I die out of fear?
Where is my destination?
Isn't Heaven my Home?
Isn't where Jesus Is my Home?

So yes, I am, scared. Period.
Shalom! Shalom!!!

And so what?
My faith on the matter Is that Jesus Christ saves and He Is Able to cast out that fear with His Word.
Hallelujah!!!
Cheers to no fear.
Cheers to greater depths of Faith in Jesus Christ.

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