A Prayer for the Scared


Dear Readers of Country Squire Magazine I trust that You are well. Is that sunshine I see glistening through my window? I do believe it is. I trust that You get outside this Sunday.

We are all scared. Even the most content of us are scared, when we come to think about what we are scared of. It may be death. It may be of getting the sack. It may even be of Brexit. We are not designed to be immune from fear, although no doubt there are some humans whose ability to feel is lessened by mental affliction, and these psychopaths are the ones who cause most destruction amongst us.

This Sunday I think of those who live in fear. Of the families across Venezuela who suffer from ideologies metamorphosed into extreme government. Of the children abused by their parents. Of the schoolchildren who know that on Monday morning they return to being bullied. It is of these people who we should all think this Sunday, rather than those who are scared of Boris or suffering from arachnophobia.

Of course, most fear is interest on capital we shall never earn. If we learn to have faith, we diminish our levels of fear, certainly around death; around worrying where the next payday will come from; around the security of our families. And we should remember that most fear is perpetrated by cowards, who are weak and fearful by nature, who in just war we can stop and trip up.

What are You scared of? Do You lack faith? What are You going to do about this situation of fear?

I wish You all a peaceful and confident Sunday. That You and Your families enjoy the week ahead and make progress without fear. God Bless You All.

Let us pray:


You are a good Father. Your love and care is endless. You care more about my wellbeing that even I do, no matter how much I worry over it. And you are all powerful – able to protect me completely and fully from anything that might arise. Lord, I confess I forget these truths. I confess I am prone to believe that I am alone and without any protection. Lord, I know that this is a lie I tell myself, and it only works me up into worry and fear. I repent of that worry and fear now. Ultimately, I know it stems from not trusting in Your goodness toward me. Help me believe and live out of the truth that you are always close, always protecting me, always watching over every step of my life. Thank you Lord for your great love for me. In Jesus’ Name,