Fear...

Fear, Fear Not

Soul must sing...fill with His words.

"Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones."

Must fill vessel with words of life, words of wisdom, words of courage, words of hope, words of peace, words of future and prophecy.

Thoughts and words they come, written by ink of blessings seen and unseen, moment from moment, smiles of joy, peace, thankfulness...but first must address battle within.

The experience, a teeter totter.

A thought on Fear:

The deadly unreal that has become so real, lived out in life; never to have thought possible or imagined. The mind wages war against deepest part of soul and spirit, the very spirit that is within, the very One that dwelleth in who maketh all things new, the very One that dwelleth in which embraces the fight with courage and graciously gives peace in the battle; for the fight is not with flesh and the very Victory has overcome in eternal heaven.

The wage, The war, The ride:

The mind: Oh my! It must be taken captive, captive to Christ, Savior.

The soul: Must sing unto Thee a new song, praising The Holy One.

The body: Must endure, at same time find rest in The Open Arms.

Fear, attacks, attacks hard and slow, destroying the very thing it tries to capture; when finished with its prey, moves on to the next vessel in moments of weakness. Leaving this shell fragile, exhausted, anxious and recluse, removed.

Must refocus eyes to Him, Jesus; who came to save, to His words; Carrying the mind, body, and soul in the very vessel He dwelleth. Victory has overcome, begins again the renewal, the amazing grace, the energy, the fuel.

The teeter totter has slowed down a bit, with milder waves now.

The pleasant words of His letters, beautiful instructions to His child, a honeycomb, sweet, turns around fear: and vessel is...

Renewed.

Amazed by grace.

Energized.

Fueled, body and spirit.

Then and only then, the soul, the mind, refreshed, bones of body shall be healthy.

Fear...No, No fear...just encouragement, strength, rest and His gracious quiet joy for today.

Ride, yes the teeter totter rocks back and forth, back and forth, but...

Mind, Body, Spirit...Sings unto Thee, Sings unto Thee,

"It is well, with my soul"

Filled with His words...sweet as honeycomb to soul

Singing unto Thee...health comes to bones.


"For the word of God [is] living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart." Heb 4:12