None but Jesus

Fear is like walking alone in an unlit alley in the middle of the night. And just like walking along a dark alley, fear is not knowing which way to go.

In the same way, fear has somehow struck a chord in me the past couple of months. Yet strangely, I wasn't exactly scared scared. Sure, I'd worn some (or many) frowns on my face, groused about some real issues, and perhaps, even snapped once or twice (no, more), but there seemed to be an assurance that everything will work out just fine (which it did). Perhaps it was the reminder from my HK apartment episode I suspect, but I think it's a lot more than that. Over the years, I've learnt, albeit slowly, to cast all my cares on Him (from 1 Peter 5:7). Sure, my faith falters and sometimes I forget, but He who calms the raging seas will never leave me nor forsake me (from Deuteronomy 31:6).

Coincidentally or otherwise, how apt that I should be penning this thought on Independence Day. And in the same way no hero should go unsung (read the excerpt from Our Daily Bread) in the history of the United States, neither should the Jesus in my life...