It keeps us from giving, loving, and dreaming.
My white knuckled fists try hold on to the way things are, the family and friends I love, the stuff I own…the harder I squeeze, the quicker it sifts like sand. How quickly we lose perspective! Nothing stays the same, my people don’t belong to me, and this stuff is destined for moth and rust.
The only antidote is letting go.
Opening our hands. Fight fear by changing our focus to the One who has overcome this world. He would look right in your eyes, take your trembling hands and say, Fear not, follow me.