Of all the daily devotions on the topic of fear, this one has been, perhaps, the most difficult to write. Words hurt. Words hurt me.
In spite of what they teach us in preschool – “sticks and stones” – words will ever hurt you. That is why someone came up with the old adage in the first place; victims of name-calling and verbal abuse are sometimes harmed for life.
I was one of those kids who feared words. I was painfully shy and insecure, convinced that I was inferior, or even worthless. I hated when someone called me names, for I was convinced they were right, and I feared the truth. In some ways, I still fear words.
So, I wondered, how can I write this if I still feared words myself?
How? The answer is right there in the passage. Our enemies are mere mortals, and our God is not. When we fear God more than we fear man, we really have nothing at all to fear. God is our protector. Our defender.
Fear Not, for we know what is right.