I used to be afraid at night – afraid of the dark.

Afraid that just beyond that point my eyesight allowed me

to see that there would be something lurking. Afraid that the darkness itself would somehow surround me
and swallow me up. As if darkness were anything more than just simply the absence of light. I used to be
afraid of tomorrow, afraid that who I was would continually dictate who I am and that who I would be
would be might be someone who I didn’t like very much at all – as if that there was no such thing as
being made new. I used to be afraid of opinions – afraid that words would not break my bones they
certainly would shatter my dreams. As if I started doing this for the approval of many rather than the
glory of One.

I used to be afraid of failure, afraid of losing, afraid of falling, afraid of being wrong, creating buzz and
looking absolutely stupid because who am I to think that I could ever actually make a difference?

As if those setbacks are nothing more than stepping stones on the path to success. I used to be afraid. I
used to.

But then I did a little research. And by that I mean – I researched and I researched and I researched over
and over again. And through all my researching I keep coming up with the same exact question.

“What room does fear have?”

What room does fear have when I cling to trust? What room does fear have when I lean on hope? What
room does fear have when I search for something more, when I discover what’s good and when I stand in
awe, when I run for perseverance, when I walk by faith and when I rest in comfort.

What room does fear have when I sing with praise? When I take hold of inspiration, explore the
possibilities and step in to freedom? What room does fear have when I discover strength, embrace
courage, remember peace, declare truth, choose joy, experience life and conquer death? 

What room does fear have when I find perfection in the one place I never thought to look, in weakness.
When I’m saved by the most unlikely of heroes, by grace. When I’m invited into a relationship more
loving and intimate than I could ever imagine: as a child of God.

I’ll ask you again, what room does fear have when I step out of the darkness and I bask in the light. When
I let the past be the past and the future has no limits, when they can talk all they want but their opinion
doesn’t matter, and when failure is nothing more and nothing less than the road by which I walk my path
to success. I’ll ask you one last time – what room does fear have when in His Word He tells me 365
times, – depending on the translation – DO NOT BE AFRAID! As if I needed to hear that every single
day. And as if that’s how many times I needed to hear it before I finally believe. What Are You Afraid
Of?