This is the third post in a series that I have written on fear and repentance.  In this post I want to show you how to repent of fear so that it no longer has a root in your life.  You will remember the Woolly Mammoth dream from my first post.

As I prayed about this dream, I came to understand what it meant through the help of the Holy Spirit.  He showed me that the dream was linked to a situation that I went through when I was a teenager when I got in trouble with the law.

I came to understand that my present fear of authority was linked to a situation when I was a teenager.   In that situation I invented a story to stay out of trouble.  Therefore, one of the first steps to emotional freedom was for me to repent for being a part of the robbery and for lying to the police and covering up my own fault.

The second step was to repent of a bitter root judgment that all people in authority want to incarcerate me for something that I do which was wrong.  This was the lie that I keep feeding myself—the pizza in the dream.  I discovered that I fed myself this lie so many times that there was a deep wound in my heart that only God could heal.  I couldn’t even stop feeding myself the lie. The fear was so deep that it was a major motivator of my current behaviour.

So in order for the lie to be uprooted from my life, I had to repent for holding onto it.  This is how I prayed, “Father, forgive me for the bitter root judgment that I hold in my heart that all those in law enforcement agencies or those who work in government agencies are trying to find reason to get me in trouble and send me to jail.  Forgive me for coming into agreement with this lie.”

Once such a fear is rooted out, we can ask God to send the Holy Spirit into our hearts and replace the hole where this fear used to be with His peace.

After I prayed the above prayer, I asked God to show me the truth about that night and I saw the police officer with whom I spent that evening in the car long ago.  I saw Jesus using him to speak into my life.  That police officer was actually a good man.  I believe he knew that I was involved in the robbery but chose to be merciful to me.  He actually treated me like I was his equal and encouraged me to live a better life.

Now I understand that for my entire life since then, I have been like Jean Valjean from Les Misérables who was on the run from the law because he stole one loaf of bread when he was young.  Monsieur Valjean’s fear carried him into his old age and death; if it wasn’t for Christ, my own fear would have gripped my heart until I died from the weight of it also.

Now I see Jesus where I once saw fear.  These kinds of prayers are key to our destiny in Christ.  I pray that God will help you as He helps everyone who turns to Him confessing and repenting of their sins.  He always grants such humility His Glorious peace.