Fearful

I am a lot of things; my own type of person.
I love Audrey Hepburn, and her whole era. I love her grace, her beauty, the way she made everything feminine and lovely.
I love chai on a winter night, with a cozy blanket and a beautiful book.
I'm a hopeless romantic kind of girl, who loves her "chick-flick" nights.
I enjoy baking and cooking, but not cleaning up the kitchen afterward.
Actually, I hate cleaning in general...
I hate, hate, hate clutter, and the way it makes me feel.
I love food, any kind of food. Sweet, sour, salty; any flavor and any ethnicity.
I'm willing to try anything at least once; as long as its not ridiculously gross, painful, or hurtful to my family.
I have developed great friendships that I know will last me the rest of my life.
I'm OCD, seriously. I have the disease, it runs in my family. I have to eat everything in 2's; even numbers. Same color and same size.

That's just a few on my list. A very few, actually.
But the one thing I am not? Fearful.
You see, my belief is not based on fear. It is based on courage, on faith, on grace. My God is not a God of fear. There is nothing I fear, except God himself. He is my stronghold. He is all I need in this world, in this season of chaos. He's my life, now. He's the one who leads my friends to me, to lift me up and keep me strong.

No, I am not fearful. We are not a family of fear. I will not lie down and take it. I will let the waves crash, but I will not cease swimming. I know that the sun will come out, I know that there is something on the other side. I know that this storm will stop eventually, and I will be so thankful to have fought through it.