Fearless In The Face Of Fear.

Anxiety and fear ruled my life for years, weaving themselves into my days like a constant undercurrent. I prayed, I wrestled with my thoughts, I did everything I knew to break free. And yet, there were moments—out of nowhere—when anxious thoughts would hit, my heart would start racing, and the battle to calm down would take hours.

This year, one phrase has become my anchor and daily prayer in those moments: “fearless in the face of fear.” It’s a simple reminder that, while fear may come, I don’t have to let it dictate my choices or steal my peace. I can acknowledge it and still stand up to it. It’s about refusing to let fear’s shadow become larger than God’s light in my life.

It’s funny, though, when I look back. For so long, I’d managed to squash fear down, almost as if I could deny its presence altogether. I know now that part of me was running from the unresolved trauma, hoping that if I pushed hard enough, I could keep the fear buried. For years, it felt like I had that fear under control. But slowly, almost without realizing it, fear crept in. It didn’t hit all at once but started to show up one area at a time, subtle at first, then stronger.

Worry about sickness. Worry over pain. Worry for the future, worry about situations that might never even happen. Worry about being in public. Each new fear found a home in my heart and mind, one piece at a time. Anxiety became my unwanted daily companion, and depression began to squash every hint of joy, until it felt like no amount of effort could lift the weight.

But I fought it. Even on the days when I couldn’t feel the progress, I kept going. Through prayer, through Scripture, through small steps of trust, I gained strength I didn’t know I could have. I learned that being fearless isn’t about never feeling fear. It’s about standing up in the face of fear, not letting it define me or dictate my steps. I realized that God didn’t create me to be ruled by fear; He created me with power, love, and a sound mind.

Each time fear creeps in, I turn to the truth of 2 Timothy 1:7: “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” This is the strength that allows me to face fear again and again.

So now, when anxiety rises, I take a deep breath, and I pray my anchor and daily reminder: fearless in the face of fear. The journey isn’t over, and some days are harder than others. But I choose, each day, to meet fear with faith, to face it knowing that God is with me. Fear doesn’t get the final word.

If fear has been your shadow too, know you don’t have to face it alone. God is right there, inviting you to be fearless in the face of fear. Take heart, lovely, and trust that He will see you through.

Love Sarah x.

*Speaking of fearless… I felt I should add this before I sign off. For two years I rarely did a video and YouTube was a huge no. Writing and sharing the raw feelings is hard, but doing videos without a script… no way. I’m a no fluff girl and kind of say it or write it how I would have coffee with a friend… but, fearless in the face of fear, am I right? So I started hitting publish there! It’s only once a week, because this blog is where my heart will always be at, but I would love for you to check it out and encourage someone else today too.

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