Fear Not, My Little One

My child, you tire of being scared– of living your life afraid of what will happen next. Over and over and over you’ve heard – have faith and don’t fear. Fear is the antithesis of faith. On and on and on.  You  proclaim your faith in a God who loves you, and I tell you now that I truly do… and yet, you still fear that your every next step will lead to paths undesirable and untraceable. How hypocritical sound your howls of anguish at decisions and crossroads! How pathetic sound your pleas of platitude! Today is today and tomorrow is tomorrow, and I WILL protect you despite your stumblings, ineptitudes, and all-out failings. When the fog rolls out and blinds your view, and we both know that it will, my hand will reach through obscurity and guide you on your way. I will save you from your faltering and comfort you in your afflictions. How dare you fear for fear is nowhere near deserved – called for – even reasonable in this situation. It is true. This path is full of scariness. It is lined with villains who break in and destroy hearts and homes, and it is filled with allies who build – and sometimes break or banish us, but who decides which is which? How to tell whether friend or foe on a darkened evening crosses the path? Only time and the steady hand of a watchful God can tell. Fear not my little one, for tomorrow is a day I have already seen, and the path will not stretch forth forever. You head to higher roads, and planes yet undiscovered lie before you. The depths of a twisting wood must be forged through to find it, but I am always with you. Through every howl of the wind, every rain that muddies the path, every villain that destroys your courage, and every ally that breaks your heart – my hand is outstretched still to steady your step, straighten your path, and save your soul.