All anxiety is fear-based.

I tend to write about my anxieties - it's what I'm afraid will happen. And I write a story working it out.

My father, once he has decided on something, doesn't care about what anyone else thinks. All the men in our family swore at him for training us. His parents said he was mad. But he didn't listen.

Yes, for me, for me He careth With a brother's tender care; Yes, with me, with me He shareth Every burden, every fear.

Fifth Rule. The fifth: In time of desolation never to make a change; but to be firm and constant in the resolutions and determination in which one was the day preceding such desolation, or in the determination in which he was in the preceding consolation. Because, as in consolation it is rather the good spirit who guides and counsels us, so in desolation it is the bad, with whose counsels we cannot take a course to decide rightly.

News these days was a constant play on people's fears, and he seldom watched it.

Fear was a suffocating companion that constantly tried to smother his faith.

Lily Donaldson tiptoed to the front door and winced when it opened with a creak.

Enough of problems,' Anu said, lifting her teacup to her lips. 'We shall focus on God's goodness. Nothing good or bad happens to us but what it first passes through the Father's hand.

The horses came thundering toward Margaret. "Get down!" Daniel tackled her to the dusty ground. The breath puffed out of her. She struggled to free herself, but his strong body kept her pinned beneath him. She could smell the clean scent of soap underneath the scent of his skin. Never in her life had she felt so helpless and dependent. And protected. The word whispered through her brain with a gentle allure.

I'd trusted in my own strength about so many things. I realized God delights in using the weak and fearful.

And we'll take it one step at a time. God isn't surprised by this. This is where our fear meets the bedrock of our faith.