An open letter calling out the lying spirit of fear:



Dear Fear,

I've seen you steal from me. I've seen you ravage my life, robbing me of joy, connection, feeling competent, feeling adequate, of knowing myself, and knowing my Creator. You succeeded for a while at cutting me off from Him almost completely, flooding my mind with thoughts revolving around me… Keeping me chasing my own tail in an exhausting exercise in futility.  Like a rampant cancer, the self-centered fear devoured me. It took over my mind. It was the driving force in my life. "How do I protect myself from being exposed? How do I hide that I don't have all the answers?" I would ask myself. You had me chasing things, people, and feelings that would protect me from the shame of my human imperfection. I have born these dark secrets as a weighty yoke, dragging me around and down by the neck.

You made me afraid to try, to fail, to succeed, to be wrong, to shine, to stand, to be broken, empty, and weak.  You made me ashamed to be human.  Then, you used your evil cousins Pride and Perfectionism to further cut me off from the loving, Almighty God who created me. You enticed me to hide behind their smokescreen, right where you wanted me, you evil liar!! You wanted me behind that smoke so when I looked out, things seemed fuzzy and blurry. So that your evil companions of Doubt and Insecurity could handcuff me to the prison of myself;  where the light of my God, who came for me in the form of Jesus Christ, looked so far from me. You deceived me, you lying thief! You had me right where you wanted me, believing your lies, terrified to take the very chances that would bring me freedom! 

Well done, I'll give you that! But, I'm here to say that it's over!!!  You cannot have me anymore! I belong to Jesus Christ and claim victory through his blood over you, Satan, and every single one of your lousy, evil minions and over each one of your spirit slaves who bow down to you in the fiery pit of hell.  I will not bow down to you like they do! My Lord, my God, my Creator, my Vindicator, my Savior, my Redeemer, my Protector, Jesus Christ is the only one I will ever bow to. I am His and His alone. He owns me. He's the author of me, and as such, has the only authority over me and my life. I will subject every part of me to Him. You can't touch me now!

So, fear, I won't be needing you anymore! I'm taking off your iron yoke of slavery and springing free of the shackles that I've grown so accustomed to. Instead, I'm taking up His yoke, which is easy and the burden, light. You may try to come against me, but know that by the blood of Jesus Christ, my Savior, you will never again prosper over me!

Go back to hell where you came from!!

His humble child,
Geri

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