There are times that God peels back a layer of our hearts to show us the deep roots of bitterness that hold us in patterns of behavior that have bound us and our ancestors for generations.  The fear of man is a demonic cord that will hold you and strangle you if you will allow it.  In order to come to fullness we must allow God to open up the wounds that fester in our hearts so that gangrene and maggots do not set in to destroy.

Fear is a blight that will eat us in the end.  In dreams my fears are often depicted as giant creatures or raging robots.  These phantoms metamorphose before my eyes as giants that if allowed to touch me might destroy me if they come too close.

As fallen humans we end up feeding these ancient fears sacrifices in the hope that their wrath will pass from us and move to some other unsuspecting ghoul in the wind.

Our emotions, when bound by fear, are hard to decipher.  We have so many fears and compounded fears that it is difficult to pinpoint which one is which.  We need the help of God to untangle this ball of string for us.

The only sure way to be healed of fear is through prayer.

Last night I went to sleep asking God a question about ministry.  I didn’t realize that the question that I was asking was from a motivation of fear.  I ask God questions before I go to sleep knowing that He will answer them for me in a dream.

The answer to my question didn’t really seem to be the answer at all.  Instead of addressing what I had asked, the Lord went to the root of the motivation of why I asked it in the first place.  He understood that there was fear in the question and wanted me to understand it.

In this dream the Lord showed me that I feared being abused by authority.  This was depicted as a Woolly Mammoth with two government officials sitting on top.  The men by themselves were nothing to fear.  They were just men with white shirts and ties on, but when they rode into the room on this fierce creature I was terrified.  I thought I was going to be crushed to death.  The Mammoth rose on its two hind legs and came crashing down just near where I was lying.  To appease this creature I fed it ‘pizza’ and then it became tame by my side.

Now you might just say that this is a pizza dream, but is it really?  The problem with feeding our fears is that the fear continues to come back to be fed.  We need God to rout the fear from our lives so that His peace remains in our hearts.

I understood that my fear of authority was paralyzing me and if it is allowed to continue, there was a chance I would be crushed by the weight of it.  However, this is where the grace of God comes in.  The work of the cross is sufficient for this fear and as I repent for my fear of authority, God removes that fear and replaces it with His weighty and glorious peace.

I will show you how to deal with this fear in two additional posts over the next two days, so keep your eyes open for them.