Faith over Fear...
By: Hannah Walkly
Fear wars inside all of us. For some, fear stems only as small as a slither of string and for others it branches larger than baskets of wool. But there comes a time in everyone’s life when the opportunity to face their fear and in turn find their faith becomes a reality.
I still remember the day I braved one of my own fears, a fear which had long played twisted games on my heart. Since childhood, the dark, whether dawn or dusk was never a pleasant memory of mine. It terrified me, distressed me, and even hindered me to keep a night light in my room until the age of twelve. However, it was one pencilled day in March which finally saw me surrender this fear over to God and grasp His shoes were indeed much greater in size than my own.
On an ordinary Tuesday night, I vividly vowed to overcome my weakness through scheduling a early run for the following morning, assuring myself that darkness nor Satan were never issues I needed to be afraid of. Yet as Wednesday’s 6.oo am alarm blasted and my window blinds were pulled open, I looked onto see nothing but utter darkness sheath the outside. No essence of daylight appeared in sight, in fact the sky itself looked as if was draped with a thick, black blanket only God could have had the materials and time to loosely thread.
With the bleak morning staring heavily down at me, immediately the enemy of fear returned. Endless negative thoughts began roaming through my mind, grabbing a forceful hold of my heart, preparing to tackle me to the ground and discouraging me to see I was well and truly all alone.