I don't mean to brag but I'm like really, really good at fearing. Like expert level. Fear olympian, here! I fear things LIKE IT'S MY JOB.  My entire, I LITERALLY MEAN ENTIRE, life has been stamped with battling fear. As a young tot I was afraid of everything as small as bugs (yeah, even butterflies), mannequins, any type of conflict, watching the news, and my greatest fear... death.

My fear came in the form of dwelling on "what ifs". It came in the form of comparison or fear of rejection. It came to steal my joy. It came to cripple me and bury me. Fear came to suffocate and paralyze me. It came in the form of instant terror and nausea. Fear came and lingered in my depression and anxiety. It came in the nightmares. It came in the daytime. Fear invaded my thoughts, my beliefs, and my spirit. For God did not give me a spirit of fear or timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. (2 Timothy 1:7)

Here’s the thing… God already knows our thoughts, right? He created us and sustains us. I don’t know why I fall into the trap of thinking God can’t handle the hard hitting questions. He delights when His children seek Him. When you can’t feel God’s presence, don’t just accept it. Ask God… Where are You in this?

Be real, raw, and honest. He can handle it, I promise! And then sit in the awkward silence and listen with your whole heart. There will always be questions swarming in our hearts after tragedy and loss impact our lives here on earth, but we can have a confident hope that Jesus will one day restore all things.

Now, grab yo bible and discover what God thinks when He hears you crying out to Him, the creator and sustainer. I hope these verses revive your hearts like they have impacted mine.

So so much love,

Cait