Religion: Fear is Faith Inverted

Fear is Faith Inverted

Written by Ellen M. DuBois

The first thing to come to mind at this moment is this saying: Fear is Faith inverted. I think there's a lot of truth to that.

I have a lot of faith and it's carried me through some of repparttar rockiest times of my life. But, I'm human and I feel, cut, bleed and cry like repparttar 127049 rest of us. And, no matter how much faith I have, there are those moments when I simply "lose it" and am scared out of my mind. It feels like all my faith is gone.

Thank God that after these moments, I sense repparttar 127050 gentle hand of God calming me down and I know that everything is going to work out…somehow.

But, why can't I just have faith all repparttar 127051 time and avoid those moments where I can't give my life to God completely? Why do I sometimes get paralyzed with fear?

I don't know. I guess it's because I just haven't learned to do it yet. I wonder if anyone ever can? Are there people out there who are so confident and full of faith that they never become fearful?

I'm not one of them.

The other day we found out that a family member has cancer. At least that's repparttar 127052 first call repparttar 127053 doctor who did repparttar 127054 examination made. As far as I am concerned, repparttar 127055 jury is still out until repparttar 127056 biopsy results come in.

I prayed and prayed and am still praying. I am visualizing repparttar 127057 body healing itself through repparttar 127058 light of Christ and I am boldly asking for a miracle. Why not? I have repparttar 127059 right to, just like anyone else. The thing about miracles is this: you have to believe in them for them to happen. I do, and I am not afraid to ask for one because I've gotten over repparttar 127060 "I don't deserve to ask for one" stage of my life. God wants me to ask, He wants to give and He wants me to believe that He can and will help. So, I asked for one.

And It Snowed

Written by Ellen M. DuBois

was driving home from repparttar

hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping and errands and it began to snow. The roads were becoming slick and I exercised caution. My focus was on my driving -- and not ending up in repparttar 127048

trunk of

car ahead of me.

I was tense from repparttar 127050 running, from repparttar 127051 errands and everything else that all too often masks our happiness. All I could think about was getting home. I was tired.

I don't know why it hit me, but as I approached a stop light, I noticed a house with Christmas lights on -- their colors reflecting off repparttar 127052 new fallen snow. I was immediately taken back to a time when I was a small girl, staring out of our picture window watching repparttar 127053 snow fall. Our Christmas lights were right below repparttar 127054 window, and I remember looking in wonder, amazement and excitement as repparttar 127055 snow covered repparttar 127056 lights and repparttar 127057 colors magically shown through. I remembered feeling repparttar 127058 warmth of repparttar 127059 radiator against my small body while being just inches away from repparttar 127060 cold, New England snow.

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