Be not afraid to laugh, be not afraid to cry, be not afraid to live, be not afraid, to die. If all of your being abides in Me, what is there to fear, Fear hath torment, in Me, there is life, in Me, there is no death, in Me, there is freedom of fear. Do you remember the peace that transcended your car the night you hit that icy patch on the country road? Do you remember saying, "Oh well, if I die I die?" Do you remember it felt like a warm blanket wrapped you in a cocoon, and it was as if someone took a hold of your steering wheel? Yes, Lord I remember, "I was there with you, I took you, and wrapped you in peace and warmth, I took a hold of your steering wheel, and stopped your car on a dime." When you laugh, the whole world hears joy! Begin to laugh again, be not concerned with how other's view you. When you cry, sorrow is but for a night, but joy comes in the morning, Your tears are bottled and precious. Living is such joy My child, find the beauty in what has been given, live again! I breath life into you this day! I am working a work in you that no man will be able to say it was you that changed, but God working in you, don't stop living, but neither live in the past, nor in the future. Live in the present. I live in the present, and so should you. Be not afraid to die, everything I created has a life cycle, young, old, and eventually dying. But dying doesn't mean death of your spirit, just ceasing to live on this earth, in your shell, your outer body, what is precious is what is inside the vessel. Your times are in My hand, if you lived every day without truly living, You've already died. If you lived in fear of failure, you've already failed. If you cannot allow for failure, then you never learn to live from your mistakes. Isn't it worth it all to let down all of your defenses, and give them to Me, then live stuck in the past or what might be? My child, I came to give you life, and life more abundantly, be not afraid to laugh, be not afraid to cry, be not afraid to live, be not afraid to die. For when it comes to dying, you, My child are truly living. Lisa Beth Jenkins Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved