I Used To Fear So Much.

I was swallowing the sea, before you came and rescued me. I was drifting far away, into the abyss. The sky was all but blue. Seulement gris.

I was making castles in the mud, and you offered me a flag. 

Now I'm not alone.

Now I'm unafraid.

I used to be wrapped in the pleasures of fear. It was scary... metaphoric and realistic, yet somehow surreal.

But you know what...? I survived.

I accepted a gracious hand. 

I took steadfast strength in the meaning of faith.

I can dance in thunderstorms.

I LAUGH AT THE FACE OF FEAR.

DEAR FEAR,

YOU MAKE ME ANGRY.

AND YET, HERE I AM.

LAUGHING AT THE FACT THAT YOU ARE HERE, TRYING TO GRASP MY HAND AGAIN.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH.

~JazzyMcJazzerpants

p.s. Guess what ! It's not going to happen again.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

We are often greeted with our past, and whether we choose to overcome it or not ultimately decides our fate. Reader, I am sure you know of this searing pain. The sight of seeing something appear back in one's life, can be extremely writhing. 

But when we rise to the occasion, and pull out our swords... when we believe Someone greater lives within our hearts, that "thing" that almost defeated us, can be severed. 

Point is: Nous sommes forte. 

I used to fear the oppressive fog that once closed in on me. 

Fear has had a way of tightening my skin and blinding my eyes. 

It was like acid to the face and heart. 

I didn't trust anyone.

But I do not forget about that Love that has rescued me, once before; the love that had calmed such a raging thunderstorm. 

I'm entangled with this love. He will never let go of me, even if the rest of the world does. 

I'm not afraid, because His love is all I need. He is my shield, and that's a promise no monster can eat away.