Fear. It’s a four letter word that, most generally, is used to express a state of anxiety. Fear lessens you. It pulls you out of the tough person you think you are, and exposes you as being small. It’s something you feel. It courses through your being, weakening you, shaking you—rocking you back and dissolving your calm.

Some people fear the unknown. They fear a future that might leave them hopeless. Some fear love. They fear heartbreak. Some fear the dark. Some fear death. Some fear snakes, and tight spaces, and old men . . .

The dictionary says, that fear is… a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.

Now, if you’ve spent any time in church at all, you’ve probably heard the term, “Fear of God”. 2 Corinthians 7:1 Having therefore these promises, dearly beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God.

I don’t know about you, but this has always confused me a little. How do you fear something you adore? Does the Lord really want His children to be afraid of Him? When you fear something, it’s most generally something bad. So how does this make sense? The Bible says in Psalms 19:9 | The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring for ever:

But then someone told me something I have never forgotten. They said that fearing God is not being afraid of His wrath or fury. Fearing God is loving Him so much that the thought of hurting Him makes us afraid—that we’d rather do anything in the world than to lose His smile on us.

Did you know that the smile of Jesus is more beautiful than anything you could ever imagine? It’s an actual feeling—a presence—a knowledge that sinks into your soul and surrounds you. It’s comfort. It’s security. It’s like making a gift for your parent, and watching their face light up in pride when you give it to them.

I like to imagine, sometimes, that when we please Jesus and obey Him, He runs to God. “Look,” He says, pointing down to me. “Look, Father.” Then a smile touches Him, lighting up His eyes, stretching across His holy face. “That’s My child,” He whispers in pride. “That’s My child, and I love her.”

David says in Psalms 119:135 | Make thy face to shine upon thy servant;…

We are His servants. We should make His face light up in pleasure. We should make Him smile. We should make Him proud.

And we should love Him so much that the thought of losing that smile should scare us beyond words. It should become a fear. We should BEG GOD on our knees to keep us from sin.

Immorality is a quick way to wipe the smile off God’s face.

It’s easy to say, “Yeah, but I would never do that. I’d never get pregnant.”

Sure, but didn’t they all think that? Do you think the girl’s who slipped counted on ruining their life? Do you think they expected that mistake? Do you think they wanted to be so weak?

No. They didn’t. They didn’t count on losing their purity—but do you know why they did? Because the fear wasn’t great enough.

Anybody can mess up. Anybody can sin. It’s a raging battle and our soldiers are dwindling. The wrong crowd gets more prevailing, and the Christians lose faith, lose fear. Our teenagers are falling. They’ve stopped being prayer warriors. They’ve stopped begging for strength against temptation. They’ve stopped begging for victory. They’ve stopped begging for the fear of God, and our Christian girls are losing everything that matters most.

When I pray, I like to point out a couple verses to God and claim it. Acts 13:35 says, Thou shalt not suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Psalms 55:22 | Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.

The Bible says He won’t suffer me to get out into the world, and He won’t suffer the Holy Ghost inside of me to suffer that either. We should beg God to keep us in His will. We should beg Him to give us the fear of God. We should beg, on our knees, every day . . .

Most fear is a fault. It’s a weakness. It’s a sensitive, vulnerable place in every person’s mind—and it’s ugly.

The fear of God?

It’s beautiful. There may be flags of surrender all across our battlefield, and teenagers may have forgotten to pray and forgotten to care . . .

But Jesus is on our side. We’ve already won the victory. All we must do is fight—and fear.

 

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