FROM THE VAULT: The only thing to fear…

When I decide to post something from my archives I typically look back into the same month from years prior, hoping to find a post that somehow relates to the season or time frame of present. When I check the November archives of 2007 I found my series of posts on Romania, reminding me once again how long it’s been and yet how quickly time passes. But in that same list was a post on fear. I’m drawn to this post because it refers to a statement made by my mother, and just a couple of months ago my mom directed me to a quotation on fear in a TV show we were watching. I don’t believe in coincidence. I believe everything is God’s work; it’s all providence. I read through this post from three years ago and see that I’ve not come that far. My life remains stagnant and my mom knows that. So I repost this one for myself, as much as those who will read this, and I add the statement from the television series. I pray we all learn to walk in faith and use our fear for The Good Fight.


“There’s two types of fear. There’s the kind that makes us work harder, that drives us. We dig deeper. There’s the kind that makes my heart come up into my throat, that makes me, at the cost of my own sanity, look for answers. Because I can’t let up and miss them.
That’s good fear.
The bad fear is the kind that makes us stop working, paralyzes us, makes us stay in bed all day and hide.
The bad fear doesn’t make you a bad person.
It just means you shouldn’t be working here.”

— James Badge Dale as Will Travers in Rubicon

originally posted November 29, 2007
I had one of those mom-daughter conversations today in which my perspective changed as a result of one little comment made by my mother. This isn’t the first time, of course, and parents are apt to do this without even realizing the effect they have on their children. A seemingly innocuous statement can often have profound implications for the future. And I have experienced this phenomenon before, in exactly this same way, with my mother. But today, it really did sneak up on me.
The conversation was quite casual and was not intending to be of any great consequence as other conversations have in the past, but Mom went on to tell me that she had spoken with my campus pastor on Sunday following our Romania reflections service and the conversation led to a comment about my desire to return there full-time. Mom related that she and my dad said, “We’ve always believed Jules would be a missionary of some kind. We’ve always sort of known this. She’s the strongest of our children.”
The strongest. I was surprised to hear the words, surprised further that my parents feel this way. I don’t feel this way. I have never felt this way. My first reaction is almost always fear. Of everything. Certainly of anything that is new or different from what I know. But that is not how my parents see me. They see strength. And upon turning this over in my mind today I have come to understand that what they see is who I truly am.
I can live in fear. It’s easy to live in fear. But several years ago I decided to make a conscious effort to not choose fear. It’s an effort. Still, it’s my first response to most every new situation. I first choose to be afraid, and then I choose to push past the fear. But fear always comes first. I’ve prayed over this stronghold for many, many years, yet I still experience this emotion before any other. But now, with my mom’s words echoing in my heart, I understand that I am not truly afraid like I thought I was. It’s not fear that I’m overcoming; it’s actually fear that I’m choosing. I am choosing to be afraid first, and then I’m making the effort to overcome it. But fear is actually my crutch. Fear is what I choose to fall back on instead of tapping into my strength and stepping forward to do the work. In the end, I always step forward, I always accomplish that which I first shy away from. But first I allow the fear.
I am amazed at how simple these answers come, and I’m awed at God’s faithfulness to answer my prayers. Long have I prayed to conquer fear in my life, and now He shows me that it’s been conquered all along. At my core I am not a fearful person; I am a strong person. And that is how I need to live. This is who I truly am. I now see the lie that has kept me down for so much of my life. How glorious to step back into the Light and have the blinders removed! How awesome of God to choose this very moment to remove this hindrance from my heart! The Dream Giver speaks about stepping through the “invisible wall of fear.” How can something invisible be of any consequence to me?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)


About Jules Q

sharing stories of life, faith, and love for pop culture

Posted on 7 November 2010, in Stories I Tell and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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