Have you ever stood on the outside of a closed door and heard something bad happening on the other side?
I have.
And I didn’t open the door.
What is that fear that stops us from confronting the truth? I don’t know, but I do know that there isn’t a day that goes by that I wish I hadn’t opened that door and confronted that situation.
Instead, I let my terror of reality stop me — COLD fear.
Today, I believe I would open that door in the same situation, but — would I? Doesn’t cold fear stops us from looking at realities time and time again?
Why?
If I believed with all that I am that God will stand up with me, would I open the door then?