It has been over a year now since the coronavirus pandemic overwhelmed the globe and our lives seemed to change irrevocably- a year since fear sidled up beside us, whispering barely veiled threats and needling questions into our ears.

What if you get sick? What if you get someone else sick? What if you lose your job? What if you never see them again? What if it never ends?

Fear has a way of showing up in our daily lives as a dozen other reactions and emotions, often guised as anxiety or frustration or fatigue or anger or doubt. But often at the gnarly roots of these negative fruits is fear, buried in the darkness, watered by a deluge of information, fed by our social media feeds, growing into a mass of tangled weeds that threatens to overtake every good and living thing around it. Left unchecked, it has the capacity to utterly strangle the life out of us.  

What can we do when fear has all but consumed the ground beneath us, darkening the path, snarled branches of it tripping us flat on our faces? What can we do when it feels like the gardens of our faith from which spring the fruits of our Christian faith are being overrun with the fears produced of this world? 

Beloveds, remember, we know a Gardner.

Ask him to come dig up those festering seeds of fear with spades of truth, gently like a Master Caretaker. 

Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7

Ask him to pour out peace like pools from a fresh spring to saturate the brittle wasteland, letting it seep into the places that are parched for it. 

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. John 14:27

Ask him to sidle up beside you and lead you through the thorny ways, guiding you over the places that the walk has become impassable, impossible, lest you dash your foot upon a stone. 

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23:4

Let him yank up every last fearful thing, choking thing, dead thing, and till the soil softly, turning up a fresh space for good seed to fall. And when pandemics rage on and life feels oh so fragile and we are faced with the litanies of uncertainty and fear threatens to come back and make a wasteland of all we have grown in him, hear him come join us in the garden in the cool of the day. Hear the tread of his feet beside us, guiding us, reminding us, “….behold I am making all things new…” Revelation 21:5

In every unexpected turn, in every thorny patch, in every circumstance that gives us cause to fear, feel the echoes of his promise reverberate. “ Lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Matthew 28:20

About The Author

Busy mom of two sweet girls and two rambunctious boys, I reside in southern Ontario with my husband. In between flipping houses, our travels to the east coast where I grew up and raising our small family for God’s glory, we have our hands utterly full and would have it no other way! More of my writing can be found following me on Instagram: @annalynneredbone; Facebook: Anna Lynne Redekop

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