Don’t dig up in fear what you plant in faith.



When fear knocks at the door, send faith to open it and you’ll find no one there.

There are 365 “Fear nots” in the Bible–one for every day of the year.

Fear is faith upside down and trust in a wrong direction.

Fear is the great destroyer of creativity.

God does not promise escape from every fearful situation, but He does promise to walk with us through every experience. — Clyde Narramore

Courage is fear that has said its prayers.

The fear of failure ensures failure.

Fear can keep a man out of danger, but courage can support him in it. — Thomas Fuller

Many people will bark but its a rare one that bites. — David J. Schwartz

Action cures fear. Indecision, postponement, on the other hand, fertilize fear. — David J. Schwartz

If it s a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared.

All we have to fear is fear itself. — Franklin D. Roosevelt

Fear is more disgraceful than failure. — Robert Schuller

Courage is not the absence of fear but the conquest of it.

The reason so many people fear life is because they are relying solely on their own strength. — Warren Wiersbe

Fear can keep a man out of danger, but courage can support him in it. — Thomas Fuller

Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed. (Joshua 1:9 NAS)

Courage is not the absence of fear but the conquest of it.

Courage is fear that has said its prayers.

To know what is right and not to do it is the worst cowardice. — Confucius

You and me against the world…personally, I think we’re gonna get creamed.

Cowards die many times before their death;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
— William Shakespeare, from Julius Caesar.


Fear no more the heat o’ the sun
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,

Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak;
The scepter, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish’d joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
— William Shakespeare (1564-1616), from the Romance Cymbeline


If Death should beckon me
with outstretched hand
And whisper solftly
of “an unknown land”…

I shall not be
afraid to go,
For though the path
I do not know…

I take Death’s hand
without a fear,
For He who safely
brought me here…

Will also take me
safely back,
And though in many
things I lack…

He will not let
me go alone
Into the “valley
that’s unknown”…

So I reach out
and take Death’s hand
And journey
to the “Promised Land”!
— Helen Steiner Rice


Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Saviour’s face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid–of THAT?

Afraid? Of what?
A flash–a crash–a pierced heart;
Darkness–Light–O Heaven’s art!
A wound, of His a counterpart!
Afraid–of THAT?

Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not–
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid–of THAT?
–Betty Scott Stam (Just before being martyred together with her husband in December 1934)


Why should we start, and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste;
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft a downy pillows are;
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.


God Is Our Refuge And Our Strength
God is our refuge and strength,

a very present help in trouble.
Therefore will not we fear,
though the earth be removed,
and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
though the waters thereof roar and be troubled,
though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof.

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God,
the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.
God is in the the midst of her,
she shall not be moved:
God shall help her, and that right early.
The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved:
he uttered his voice, the earth melted.
The LORD of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our refuge.

Come, behold the works of the LORD,
what desolations he hath made in the earth.
He maketh wars to cease unto the ends of the earth;
he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder;
he burneth the chariot in the fire.
Be still and know that I am God:
I will be exalted among the heathen,
I will be exalted in the earth.
The LORD of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our refuge.
— Psalm 46


Here, I walk in valleys of shadow,
Where my faith is pressured to dim;
But He seeks me out in the darkness
And keeps me on walking with Him

It is joy just to be in His presence,
Where all fears and sadness erase,
He upholds and strengthens my spirit,
And I know the deep Well of His grace.

But He bids me give unto others,
Part of that which He’s given to me,
And to spread Divine love of His presence
Until every captive is free.

For those on His heart every moment,
He wants me to ceaselessly pray;
And to share His Word and assurance,
To all whom I meet in the Way.
— Reta Faiers