Rock solid teaching from the Holy Spirit

Written by James Sorrell


Rock solid teaching [sound doctrine] fromrepparttar Holy Spirit, with such topics as: "Who is God??", "A new fact about Jesus Christ", "Sunset inrepparttar 126808 Garden of Eden", "LOVE isrepparttar 126809 Real Thing", "What's wrong withrepparttar 126810 human race? A remedy!!", "The useless War ofrepparttar 126811 Sexes", "Who'srepparttar 126812 guide,repparttar 126813 Holy Spirit or us??", "Water baptism is NOT from God anymore!", "Tongues passed away", "3 'cults'", "True Spirituality", "The reason

Be Not Afraid

Written by Staci Stallings


“Let your heart not be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” –John 14:27

Fear is one thing. Helpless anxiety is another. Fear brings up your defenses, makes you ready to fight—to take onrepparttar aggressor and win. Helpless anxiety, onrepparttar 126807 other hand, saps every ounce of energy you have because you know that fighting will do no good and nothing you do will make any difference whatsoever anyway. Helpless anxiety wraps around you like a wet blanket. It weighs on you, takesrepparttar 126808 breath right out of you. It’s a horrible place to be in.

That’s where I was—wrapped in helpless anxiety—as I sat inrepparttar 126809 darkened church, feeling empty and alone. My husband sat beside me, holding my hand, but that didn’t seem to help. Nor did it changerepparttar 126810 fact that our baby was six miles away lying in an incubator, fighting for her life. Born three months early, her tiny body was covered in a mass of tubes and wires. Her legs wererepparttar 126811 size of my husband’s finger, and her tiny little hand couldn’t even get allrepparttar 126812 way around my finger.

And I was helpless to do anything to make her better.

Sure,repparttar 126813 doctors told me I was lucky that I had taken such good care of myself, that because of my good health, she was developed even beyondrepparttar 126814 25 weeks she should have been. But I didn’t feel like much of a hero. I felt like I had let down this little one who was counting on me. The should-haves and could-haves ran around in my head constantly bumping into one another and tripping over themselves, fighting to remind me of my guilt. That night, as I listened to what was supposed to be an up-lifting service, I didn’t feel very up-lifted. In fact, I felt more depressed than I ever had in my life.

Thenrepparttar 126815 soloist began a song from my past. I knewrepparttar 126816 words by heart although I wonder now if I had ever really understood them. I tried to sing, to getrepparttar 126817 words to come out of my mouth, but my heart just hurt too much. So instead of words, tears came as God whispered to me through that song, “Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow Me, and I will give you rest.”

Be not afraid? How could I not be afraid? Afraid wasrepparttar 126818 only thing I could feel. I wanted to DO something. I wanted to make things better. I wanted to go back and a do a hundred-million things differently so that we wouldn’t be standing there praying for my daughter’s survival. And yet, here was God telling me not to be afraid. Forrepparttar 126819 first time sincerepparttar 126820 whole ordeal had started nearly a month before, I cried. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stoprepparttar 126821 tears from flowing down my cheeks. As they sang about standing beforerepparttar 126822 power of Hell and death being at your side, as they sang about knowing God is with you through it all, I really wished I could feel His presence. I needed that. I guess I did feel His presence throughrepparttar 126823 words of that song. A song that someone I will never even know had written down. A song that God spoke through that person to me, intended to give me comfort in my hour of greatest need.

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