This Thing Called Fear



Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the door frames of your houses and on your gates. ~ Deuteronomy 6:4-9 (NIV)

“Mom…Just wanna’ let you know…If my grade isn’t that great, I did try my best…” cautioned my son as he entered the house from the garage. Arriving from one of his early morning final exams from the nearby college where he went.

“Yes…I know…” I reassured. Reminding him he shouldn’t worry, no matter what outcome. He knew his father and I would always understand because we saw how hard he worked. Each day. Each night. Giving all his best.

I couldn’t believe how fast this school year had gone by. I could vividly remember the orientation he had and when we, as a family, had gone to school together to get more familiar with this college. A big step for our son who marveled at longer distances he had to walk. The bigger buildings grouped together by each similarity with a particular course a student would choose.

He sighed…One more final exam to go come Friday. But he said that would be easy. The hardest was yesterday’s.

I gave him a hug. Growing up and seeing him how good of a son he was, never giving my husband and I any troubles, we knew, he was a blessing. As a family, we had a joke. That he should be careful in not getting into troubles from me, knowing his father would also get in trouble. It was a joke because my son looked a lot like my husband in so many ways. Not only from the physical looks but in the ways he dealt with life’s matters. 

I remembered those early Saturday mornings when he was standing on a wooden, dining chair. Leaning over the cast iron skillet warming up on the stove top as my husband carefully taught him to drop those batter they made together to make their “special pancakes” as I just got home. Tired and wanted to go straight to bed from a night shift’s work.

Or those times when he seemed to be excited. Clapping his tiny hands as he solved each puzzle from an educational game he chose to play in his computer. Those “burning the midnight oil” as he labored with all of his subjects in elementary, middle and high school days. To which he passed with flying colors. A dedication to wherever he put his passion on. Very much like his father as I saw from my own eyes. The way they both searched for answers. Patiently. Methodically. Humbly.

The small cars he loved were somewhere collecting dust now. But not the memories of them playing together. Assembling some together. Choosing simple ones among the grander choices. 

And along with that journey came many hugs. Of wiping tears as he experienced broken hearts. From being viewed as “weird” from some peers when my son chose not to join things that he deemed would not be beneficial to him. A lesson his father often uttered during one of their private conversations.

As I’m writing now and enjoying my cup of coffee, I am remembering these 2 boys in my life who bless me so much in my own journey. They are my riches after the Lord. And I can’t help but notice as my son still sleeps in his room, he is now a man. And his father never taught him those “macho things”. His father never taught him to fill his heart with pride whenever he succeeds. Nor he ever told his son to please others just to be accepted. 

Alas! My husband never taught our son to be “courageous”. In fact, the first thing he taught him was to have FEAR.

And this fear is the greatest thing I believe. That molded my son’s heart to become where he is now. Dutiful. Responsible. Respectful. Humble. Careful. Accepting. Loving…And I could go on and on…

Yes, this thing… That even if he walks in these longer distances and unseen miles ahead, my husband and I will never ever worry knowing Who is leading the way.

This thing called fear of God…
 Happy Father's Day to you my dear husband and to all of you great dads out there! God bless and protect you all and continue to guide you all with His divine wisdom. Thank You Lord for Your love and mercy. For Your sacrifice so that we may be adopted and call God our "Abba Father!"
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Encouragers

The Attacker (5/15/09)

The sun was just peeking from the Eastern skies. Ephesians 6:12 [37 kb]


Out in the prison’s yard, some huge Sheriff’s buses were illuminated by the soft glow coming from the lights all over from the tall lamp posts. Their engines were turned on, warming up, before the buses would take the inmates to the different courts where they would have their trials.


Orange-uniformed men were lined up in pairs, joined together with handcuffs and chained, forming a long line. They already had their breakfast and had their morning medications prior to going to courts. Some were fidgeting, as they waited to board those buses.


All of a sudden, all hell broke loose! Two men were engaged in a fight, using weapons they made secretly for a while. Deputies called for help on the radio, both for custody back-up and medical staff, as well.


When the air was cleared and the other inmates were secured, one man was down on the floor. He sustained multiple gashes but two of them were deep. One cut was vertically etched from his left ear going down to the jaw line. The other dangerous cut was horizontal on his left neck, close to the jugular vein. Pool of blood dripped all over the floor. Holding his bleeding neck, he was pointing at the other inmate few feet away, being guarded by the other deputies.


The other man being accused was not hurt. There were no lacerations nor any other signs of trauma. He was obviously very agitated as he was being questioned by those deputies, while the medical staff started treating the other man on the floor. They cleaned the wounds and controlled the bleeding. That man was sent to the nearby hospital.


When the investigation was finalized, it turned out to be that the “downed man who was accusing the other inmate” was the attacker and the other one who didn’t have injury was the one attacked. The deputies found out that it was the second attempt to attack the unhurt man. Both attacks on him failed. He was well-prepared after the first attempt on him, that when the second attempt was done, he was able to defend himseld and ended up injuring his attacker severely.


[Source: Life Application Bible]:


We also have an “accuser of the brethren.” Satan and his army of demons are the enemies of God and of everything good.


“Because God’s children are human beings – made of flesh and blood – Jesus also became flesh and blood by being born in human form. For only as a human being could he die, and only by dying could he break the power of the Devil, who had the power of death.” –Hebrews 2:14


Because of what Jesus had done [dying on the cross], we, who live in constant fear of death shouldn’t be afraid anymore. Jesus had freed us from that fear so we can live for Him. When we belong to God, we know that death is only the portal that leads into “eternal life”. [“Thank You Lord!].


Paul warned us, too that we also battle against the evil forces of Satan, who is a vicious fighter. But to be able to withstand their attacks, we must depend on God’s strength and use every piece of His armor. We face an army whose goal is to defeat Christ’s church. When we believe in Christ, they become our enemies. They will try any device to turn us away from the Lord.


Fear not! For God has provided His supernatural power to defeat Satan and his army, through His Holy Spirit within us. So, arm yourselves with God’s armor.


Let us be strong in the Lord's mighty power. Let's put on His whole armor to resist the enemy's attacks: put on the sturdy belt of truth and the body armor of God's righteousness. For shoes, put on the peace that comes from the Good News, so that we are well-prepared. We will need faith in every battle as our shield to stop the fiery arrows aimed by Satan and his army. Let us put on salvation as our helmet, not forgetting the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God. Let's pray at all times, on every occasion in the power of the Holy Spirit. We must stay alert and be persistent in our prayers for all Christians everywhere. [Ephesians 6:10-18].

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