Fear is an unreasonable despot seizing control of our reason. We tell ourselves everything is going to be fine and we try to seize back control, but anytime we tell our hearts that we have the power to make ourselves safe, we lie. As Scarlett points out, even Jesus was scared before the cross.
I started this book laughing at some of the silly fears Scarlet recounts and ended the last few chapters tearing up continuously at the relatable realness of her fears.
SPOILER ALERT
My chest aches at Scarlet's description of her first days adopting. I've long thought I would one day like to adopt, and never thought of how fear could ambush me in this situation. As I read this passage yet again, it strikes me that the same could be said of any situation where I think I have things under control.
"I was handed this girl. This starving, severely developmentally delayed, fearful, flailing, tiny, earless deaf girl. I felt so much compassion for her, but I didn’t feel ready. And suddenly, I didn’t feel okay. Suddenly, I was scared. Incredibly, crushingly scared. I’d done the training, but truthfully, I hadn’t really believed that the training applied to me. I’d subtly listened to the lie that “I’m strong enough. I’m better. I’m more equipped for this than the ‘weaker’ parents from the training who struggled.” My pride and judgment from the past few months leading up to the trip was instantly exposed to me, but repentance wasn’t my first idea. Rather, my first ideas were isolation, ignoring texts from my friends, and despair...
God gave us this girl. We knew that to be true. And we loved her already. But I spent those first days grieving. I grieved the simpler days of soccer practice and laughing in my home with my healthy, happy girls. I grieved the hopes I had of signing the gospel to Joy, so she could understand and know grace and freedom. I grieved for my plans to see her grow up and thrive. And I was angry at myself for grieving. And angry at myself for being weak. Angry at myself for being afraid. Angry at myself for sinning. Angry. How could I be so stupid? How could I be so proud? How did I think I was doing this with the Lord all those months, and look at me now? Look at how sad I am! Look at how stiff she is when I try to rock her. If I’d really been walking with God, I wouldn’t feel so much fear and sadness right now! I’d be celebrating! Do I know my own heart?? Does the Lord know my heart? Is He going to take care of me?"
So if the secret to overcoming fear isn't eliminating it or controlling it, what is it?
Tim Keller writes, “To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot like being loved by God. It is what we need more than anything. It liberates us from pretense, humbles us out of our self-righteousness, and fortifies us for any difficulty life can throw at us.”
Love that doesn’t always feel easy is the kind of love that will stop you in your tracks and change your life. Love like that drives out fear.
Haven’t I commanded you: be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9