Bound with Fear or Woven with Love...

Updated: Nov 20, 2019

I've been chewing on some thoughts around fear and love recently. And man is it ever a big hunk of meat (or insert preferred vegan option) to chew on. I was standing at my kitchen counter, attempting to make something, whilst also in the middle of a text conversation with a friend around a very complex and uncomfortable subject and it suddenly struck me that I was bound by fear. I sat back and looked at the situation and asked myself why I was letting fear in, or better yet, why was fear there. As I gave space to my thoughts, it dawned on me that I've grown up believing that fear is my protector, that fear will stop me from getting hurt, or stop me from getting into bad situations, or falling into some sort of mortal sin. Now don't get me wrong, I understand that fear serves a purpose at times, but in limited scenarios, and this wasn't one of them. As I thought some more about it, a metaphor crept into my mind. I saw fear as a weed that grows in a garden, and if it's not picked out, it grows bigger and bigger, overtaking the garden, leeching nutrients from the soil and eventually crowding out all the beautiful plants that actually should be there. When you don't know your garden, it's easy to confuse weeds with plants, (fear with discernment etc) because a weed like fear can look good, giving us the illusion that we're safe, but actually it's choking the life out of what's truly good. So I started thinking, what's the opposite of fear? Love. And I asked myself what feels better, to be bound with fear, or woven with love? Both can feel snug, but fear restricts and love strengthens. With love woven through my being, I'm strengthened, yet free and not bound. So thinking back to the garden that is my life, I want to tend to love, let it flourish, and be quick to root out fear when I see it creeping back in. Love is large and incredibly patient. Love is gentle and consistently kind to all. It refuses to be jealous when blessing comes to someone else . Love does not brag about one’s achievements nor inflate its own importance. Love does not traffic in shame and disrespect, nor selfishly seek its own honor. Love is not easily irritated or quick to take offense. Love joyfully celebrates honesty and finds no delight in what is wrong. Love is a safe place of shelter, for it never stops believing the best for others. Love never takes failure as defeat, for it never gives up. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 TPT

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