Fear is Faith Inverted

Written by Ellen M. DuBois


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However, fear lures is ugly head once again and I find myself alone and crying. I am saying, "God, please help me to be strong. Please—help—me."

Another family member, my Dad, is scheduled for an echocardiogram. Wait a minute! My Dad? An echocardiogram? No, this can't be. He's my father! No, he can't have a heart problem. No way. He'srepparttar guy who playsrepparttar 127049 piano like there's no tomorrow and is my musical hero. He'srepparttar 127050 guy I gigged with forrepparttar 127051 first time at sixteen. He's active. People love him.

God, what's happening?

I am afraid again.

Where'd my faith go? Is it still there? If it is, why am I so full of fear? It's too much at once, God.

I need your help. Please help turn my fear into faith. Please help me to take comfort in You.

God, please help me walkrepparttar 127052 walk and not just talkrepparttar 127053 talk.

And then I realize that it's okay to be afraid. It's normal. If I weren't ever scared, I don't think I'd be human.

And through that fear comes faith. It's a metamorphosis of sorts. If not forrepparttar 127054 fear, I wouldn't turn to God for help. That act of turning IS faith. © Ellen M. DuBois



Ellen M. DuBois, MA - Ms. DuBois is engaged and has a dog who loves to critique her work. She is published in vol.2 of God Allows U-Turns with her piece, "The Angel in the Dumpster". She writes to touch the hearts of others. Please visit Writings of the Heart, her award winning writer's resource site- http://writingsoftheheart.homestead.com/index.html


And It Snowed

Written by Ellen M. DuBois


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I couldn't wait to go outrepparttar next day and play in it. The snow symbolized two things for me: days off from school and Christmas.

My eyes misted with tears as I came back to my adult world. How could it be that something so beautiful could be lost? I am not casting asiderepparttar 127048 fact that as an adult driving inrepparttar 127049 snow is perilous. But where didrepparttar 127050 wonder go? Where did my appreciation for such beauty lie? Was it buried beneath being a "grown up"?

The traffic light turned green. I gazed once more atrepparttar 127051 house withrepparttar 127052 Christmas lights reflecting offrepparttar 127053 snow and smiled.

I sawrepparttar 127054 beauty again, as I did when I was a girl.

It is often said that we should keeprepparttar 127055 innocence and wonder that we had as a child when viewingrepparttar 127056 world.

Now I know what that means. It really does make you happier.

And it snowed.

© Ellen M. DuBois



Ellen M. DuBois, MA - Ms. DuBois is engaged and has a dog who loves to critique her work. She is published in vol.2 of God Allows U-Turns with her piece, "The Angel in the Dumpster". She writes to touch the hearts of others. Please visit Writings of the Heart, her award winning writer's resource site- http://writingsoftheheart.homestead.com/index.html


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