I told her that either faith or fear can live in her heart, but they can’t be roommates. They are incompatible. When fear moves in, he kicks faith out. When faith moves in, he casts fear out.
I told her that the enemy wants us to be afraid, and he often sends fear to pound on the door our hearts. We mustn’t let him in or he’ll push faith out the back door, unpack his suitcase, and make himself right at home.
We must speak truth to him while he’s still on the doorstep. By believing God’s promises and speaking God’s truth right into the face of fear, we can send fear away. Faith always rests in God’s assurance that we need not be afraid.
I told her that trusting God is how we send fear packing.
I drew pictures for her to illustrate and reinforce the truth.
My daughter said, “Thanks, Dad. That really helps. I forgot that you used to be a pastor.”
(For more on that, check back on Thursday.)
When my daughter left the room, I could almost hear the Spirit saying, “Was that helpful to you? Were you listening to your lesson?”
You see, before my daughter came to me for help with her fear, I was dealing with some fear of my own. You know—mature, adult fear—not that kid stuff.
I looked at those simple illustrations and meditated upon the simple truth.
The next sound I heard was fear tumbling down the front porch steps with his suitcase bouncing after him.
Is it time for you to show fear the door?
(My daughter Elisabeth loves horses, and she drew this one with her delicate hand.)