Fear robs. Of Peace. Security. Trust. Joy.
The cruel irony about fear is that it isolates...
when the thing you need the most is company.
At times like that, all the knowledge in the world becomes a blank disc and all the experience, useless.
All the lyrics you can sing by heart, just refuse to unfold from memory.
All the friends who you laugh with, are unavailable.
I will trust You in the darkness.
Often all that is needed is something larger than our fear.
Something worth living for.
Someone worth dying for.