Today, fear tried to crawl back into my head again. I felt it creeping in through the cracks of my morning silence, wrapping its cold fingers around my chest before I even got out of bed. It whispered lies before I’d even had coffee.
It said I wasn’t ready.
That I was going to mess this up.
That I’d never be enough.
Fear. Again.
It’s not just an emotion—let’s be real. It’s a strategy. A trap. A distraction straight from the pit. I know it when I feel it now. I used to call it “overthinking,” or “being realistic.” But now I see it for what it is: spiritual warfare.
And I’m over it.
The Word says in Philippians 4:6, “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.”
I don’t want fear to have any room in my life. Not in my decisions. Not in my relationships. Not in my dreams. Fear muddies my judgment, distorts my view, and stifles my joy. It’s not just uncomfortable—it’s destructive.
I had to pause this morning and confront it head-on. Not coddle it. Not analyze it to death. CONFRONT it.
So I asked myself THREE questions……….
❶What am I afraid of?
❷What’s the trigger?
❸What lie am I believing?
Turns out I was afraid of failing in front of people I love. I had a presentation coming up at work and the pressure was making me spiral. Why? Because I started telling myself I needed to be perfect to be accepted. Again. That lie has teeth. But it’s a lie nonetheless.
And God is not the author of lies.
So I prayed. Out loud. With urgency. Not because I’m holy, but because I’m desperate. I told God, “Lord, I don’t want to live like this. I want to walk in Your peace, not in fear. I want the kind of courage that only comes from knowing who I am in You.”
I laid it all out. My trembling heart. My racing thoughts. My self-doubt. I gave Him the entire mess. Because that’s what He wants. Not perfection—surrender.
The moment I started talking to Jesus, the fog began to clear. My emotions didn’t shift right away, but my focus did. And sometimes that’s the bigger miracle.
I felt Him say, “Daughter, you are mine. You don’t have to perform to be loved. You don’t have to impress anyone to be accepted. Stand in My strength, not yours.”
Whew. That hit me deep.
Matthew 10:31 came to mind like a sword: “So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.”
Do I believe that? Do I believe I’m valuable to God even when I don’t get everything right? That He’s watching me, caring for me, holding my hand even when I feel shaky?
YES.
I HAVE to believe that.
Because if I don’t trust His love, I will drown in anxiety.
Fear tells me, “What if it all goes wrong?”
But FAITH says, “Even if it does, God is still good, and He’s still with me.”
Proverbs 1:33 reminds me, “But whoever listens to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of harm.”
There it is. That’s the real armor: listening to God. Tuning out the noise of the enemy and tuning into His voice. That’s where courage lives. Not in hyping myself up. Not in overpreparing. In listening to my Father and believing His Word.
I know I have authority in Jesus’ name to reject fear.
I don’t have to entertain it, reason with it, or invite it in like a guest.
I can slam the door in its face.
Jesus didn’t die for me to live shackled to anxiety.
He died to set me FREE.
And if I’ve learned anything this year—it’s that freedom is a choice.
Every single day.
Every moment.
Every thought.
So I’m choosing it again today.
Fear might knock on my door, but I don’t have to answer.
I’ve got spiritual armor now.
I’ve got my sword—the Word.
I’ve got truth etched into my bones.
I’m not walking in weakness anymore.
God, I renounce fear in the name of Jesus. I refuse to partner with anxiety, confusion, or doubt. You are not a God of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind (2 Timothy 1:7). Fill me with Your peace that surpasses all understanding. Show me where my thinking needs to change. Help me root every fear in Your truth, and not in my feelings. I trust You, Lord. I trust Your timing, Your plan, and Your heart for me. Clothe me in the armor of courage. Amen.
I may not be wise, but I’ve lived enough life to know fear is a liar—and God is faithful.
The war between faith and fear is daily. But I am NOT defenseless.
The enemy doesn’t get to write the narrative—I already know the ending.
Victory is mine in Christ. Period.
Now I’m going to get up, finish my coffee, and walk into this day like the daughter of the King that I am.
Because fear doesn’t get the final word. Faith does.
The Christian Tech-Nerd 