My monster Fear walks on
tiptoes…creeping into and out of the haunted spaces in my mind. Large antennae reach and stretch out from Fear’s my
monster’s head; they search for weaknesses and vulnerabilities in the
foundation of the things I hold most dear.
With superhuman strength, my monster Fear hears the
things I dare not say to anyone else…the secrets kept inside where no one else
can use them against me, but Fear my monster knows. Fear My monster uses my
secrets against me…planning and plotting to bring me down when I least expect
it. If you look closely, you can see
where my monster’s Fear’s feet have trod.
Gaping holes and tears…mangled emotions and shattered dreams…rooms once
filled with light and life now stand vacant thanks to Fear my
monster.
But…
Faith marches in ready for battle…brandishing a sword and
wearing steel-toed combat boots. Beams
of light stretch and reach out from every fiber of Faith’s being; Faith seeks out
my vulnerabilities and points of weakness.
Faith does not
poke and prod me to discover my secrets.
Faith already
knows…and loves me anyway. If you look
closely, you can see where Faith has
weakened the grip Fear has over me. Faith reduces Fear to a crumbled heap of
nothing…smaller than dust particles picked up in the afternoon breeze. Faith fills the
holes and tears left in Fear’s wake. Faith repairs and heals the once mangled
emotions and shattered dreams. Faith refills and restores abandoned rooms
with life and light.
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