Fear and Insecurity

Fear and Insecurity. I do not care for either one. AT. ALL.

Unfortunately, they like to come to call.

And having been taught to be a kind and proper hostess, I invite them in and offer them a cool drink. They never decline my invitation and settle in for a lengthy visit.

Fear begins speaking first. He speaks of terrible circumstances and situations. He talks about failure and despair. He has a long list of what-ifs. He sighs over how large the project is and how much self-investment it will take. He tells stories of heartache. He tells me I can never be the wife and mother God wants me to be.

Insecurity cuts in. She speaks of mistakes and regret. She talks of inability and self-worthlessness. She points out all the ways other people are smarter or better or more important than I am. She speaks of what other people most likely think of me. Even my friends and family. Because, really, can you trust anyone? Any attempt I make to offer a positive suggestion, she meets with doubts and pessimism. Fear heartily agrees with her. They shake their heads sadly, for they are certain of what they say.

They drone on and on. By the time they take their leave, I am ready to curl up in a ball of defeat. Why even try? I am  not talented. I would most likely fail. How would I ever endure if one of my worst fears came to pass?

I hear a gentle knock and I lift my head wondering what visitor is coming to call now. Or did Fear and Insecurity forget something? Although, I don’t know what they could’ve forgotten. It seemed they brought to light every agonizing detail they could.

Opening the door, I find Constancy standing there. His smile is gentle and firm, filled with the Constant, Unchanging Presence of Jesus. “I’ve come to clean” he says. “It seems your last visitors have left a complete mess of cobwebs behind them”. He begins to clean, combing cobwebs out of every corner and cranny. Cobwebs of defeat and self-doubt, of despair and what-ifs. Constancy carefully searches out every cobweb. He is thorough and precise. Unhurried, completely constant in what he does.

“I have a couple of friends I want you to meet,” begins Constancy, “They are coming by before too long.”  I am glad, for I am sure any friend of Constancy’s is well-worth meeting.

When Constancy’s friends arrive, he introduces me. “This is Courage and with him is Confidence.” I can see the Light of Life’s Prescence shining in them. Courage is tall and strong and his eyes are brave and true. Confidence seems like a breath of fresh air in the room as she stands beside Courage. They greet me, but then are quiet. They don’t seem to require words and endless chatter. They have an unchanging air about them, much like Constancy. “They will keep this place cleaned of deceitful cobwebs”, Constancy tells me. “Keep them close by. They are here to help you. They want to help you.” Courage and Confidence nod in quiet agreement. “Have courage”, continues Constancy, “Be confident, for I have overcome. I have overcome Fear. I have overcome Insecurity. They do not speak the Truth or of My Ways. I do not change. Put your hand in Mine and quit opening the door to Fear and Insecurity.” My heart rejoices at His words.

I hear another knock on the door and as I turn my head, Constancy chuckles softly. “Ah, yes”, He says as He swings open the door to admit one more, “Where ever My Confidence and Courage dwell,  My Calming Peace is sure to follow.”

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