Give Me That Mountain

First Things First

We'll take up the study of fear again tomorrow. But today I want to slip in a conversation about deliberately planning for a good day.

I am a dreamer in the literal sense. I can't remember when I've ever slept through the night without a conscious awareness of my dreams. Scientists would say that I am a lucid dreamer.

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Fear of…

Day three...

Fear is a bully—but not like the playground bully you had in elementary school. That bully was mouthy and wanted to be noticed by everybody. This bully doesn't want to be noticed. If he remains in the shadows it's easier for him to convince you that his threats are indeed facts—something bad is going to happen and there is nothing you can do about it.

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Day four...

So you're convinced that you need to take action against the fear breathing threats against you. And you're asking, “What's next?” The next step is to learn how to separate mere threats from truth.

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Fear of…

Day five...

“God, I don't want to wake up in the morning.” For about eight months, that was my request each and every night as my head hit the pillow. God heard me but He obviously didn't answer my request.

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Fear of…

Day six...

I have an amazing ability at avoidance. I suppose I'm not the best, but I'm pretty close. I can look right at something that needs to be dealt with and completely tune it out.

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Write on My Heart

Day one...

“What I really want to do… I don't. And what I don't want to do I end up doing. How can I get free of this?”

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Write on My Heart

Day two...

“Max” lives out in the middle of nowhere and travels NN Highway to get to his job in a small town thirty miles from his home. He was incensed when, last month, the Road Board put up a stop sign at the intersection of Highway 14. He'd safely traveled up and down these roads for years. No need for a sign that only made his trip longer… no need until the morning he was about to run through the intersection out of spite, but then thought better of it. As he was letting out the clutch of his truck, the spray off the tires of a semi covered his windshield.

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Write on My Heart

Day three...

I want you to think back to the last time you did something “spiritual” or “noble” or just “nice.” Right before you set out to do your good deed, did you happen to have a little flare–up of your human nature? Like maybe throwing a few choice thoughts at the scruffy–looking guy with the backpack sauntering through the crosswalk as if he had all the time in the world… when you were running late to help with your church's Christmas dinner for the poor.

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Write on My Heart

Day four...

“Charlene” has begun to notice a strange shift in her life. She finds herself thinking more about yesterday than tomorrow. Even as she thinks about her children, “what if I…” keeps crowding out those pleasant memories. She wonders more and more what her life would have been like if she had just….

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Promises… Promises…

Day one...

I hadn't been a Christian very long, when my pastor asked me to teach a Sunday school class for seniors. I believe the youngest person in the class was in their late sixties. I had very little experience in relating to older people so I was terrified I might bring up a subject that might offend someone. I didn't think I should talk about sickness, or old age, or any other “senior” subject.

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Promises… Promises…

Day two...

“Why does this dessert I made taste funny? It tasted so good over at Sally's.” “Why are we having trouble with money? We are generous, and we always tithe.” “It's just not right that Roberta has cancer. She is such a faithful woman—always helping anyone in need.”

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Day three...

Have folks ever made fun of you when you talked about how God had comforted you through a difficult situation? I have. It's as if God is no more than a mind game to them… just some game I play to try to defy reality.

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