Overcoming fear is winnable. I have been fighting this practically all my life and each step I take in faith the stronger I get. Last week fear rose up in me almost overwhelming. I was told I had to take an MRI because they had a spot on my liver. Ironically, I didn’t fear bad news about the spot because I knew God would handle it, but somehow the thought of getting in a tube and being locked in with mechanical sounds pounding in my ear just filled me with anxiety.
I couldn’t sleep I had three decisions ignore the MRI, spend 1,000 for one outside my plan which provided for an open MRI where you are not locked in. Finally, I felt like a hypocrite because one of my favorite verses that I tell others is God does not give me the spirit of fear but of love, power and a sound mind. I knew this fear was not of God then it had to be that big lying bully the devil. So, in my spirit I shut his mouth. He was telling me what if the machine got stuck and I got stuck in it. No, I had friends pray and somehow, I ran across a mask in my house I didn’t know I had.
I had a prayer partner Min. Kathy Queen with me. I laid down on the mat, they closed the door and as I ascended into the darkness, in my spirit I heard a quiet refreshing voice that took me through some real frightful events successful, like his breathing for me when I stopped breathing during a surgical procedure. I clearly heard his voice softly saying I did that. So many things he prevented, delivered me from He said, “I did that.”
I felt so reassuring so safe in his arms, when I left the building to rejoin my friend, I was crying. Not tears of fear but rejoicing that God had met me at my weakest point.