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 ofrepparttar rockiest times of my life. But, I'm human and I feel, cut, bleed and cry likerepparttar 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 senserepparttar 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 allrepparttar 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'srepparttar 127052 first callrepparttar 127053 doctor who didrepparttar 127054 examination made. As far as I am concerned,repparttar 127055 jury is still out untilrepparttar 127056 biopsy results come in.

I prayed and prayed and am still praying. I am visualizingrepparttar 127057 body healing itself throughrepparttar 127058 light of Christ and I am boldly asking for a miracle. Why not? I haverepparttar 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 overrepparttar 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 fromrepparttar 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 inrepparttar 127048 trunk ofrepparttar 127049 car ahead of me.

I was tense fromrepparttar 127050 running, fromrepparttar 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 offrepparttar 127052 new fallen snow. I was immediately taken back to a time when I was a small girl, staring out of our picture window watchingrepparttar 127053 snow fall. Our Christmas lights were right belowrepparttar 127054 window, and I remember looking in wonder, amazement and excitement asrepparttar 127055 snow coveredrepparttar 127056 lights andrepparttar 127057 colors magically shown through. I remembered feelingrepparttar 127058 warmth ofrepparttar 127059 radiator against my small body while being just inches away fromrepparttar 127060 cold, New England snow.

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