The Father’s Backpack

I’ve been working through an anxiety curriculum with some friends. During one lesson, the speaker—an abrupt, fast-talking woman—hit us with this rhetorical question: “Is there anything you can do about that (that being the thing worrying us)?” She hit us again: “Then why are you worrying about it?” She moved quickly on. But I keep... Continue Reading →

Trap Doors of Fear

Traversing the corridors of my mind can be risky. Simply thinking about this or that, I can tread upon a trap door of fear. Then my footing--my walk by faith--falls away, and I tumble down into the pit of "What ifs?" But the pit is dark fantasy, a bleak unreality. Because never do I find there a Loving Father. Down where the... Continue Reading →

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