What Women Fear: A Faith that Transforms By Angie Smith

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We recently wrapped up a book study withwww.incourage.me on Angie Smith’s book “What Women Fear:  A Faith that Transforms”. We learned about several fears that can control our lives.  I co lead this group of women with Crystal Twaddle.  You can read these post by chapter at  http://crystaltwaddell.com/category/fear/ and on this blog.  Search for “What Women Fear”.

I wanted to stop by and just put some final notes down.  Angie, so eloquently shares these fears in her book and walks us through how she overcomes these fears.

I have heard that so many times….trade your fear for faith….and yes, I do believe faith replaces fear.  But I guess, in my mind, it just isn’t as black and white as some people make it sound.  It is more of a balancing act, where we deliberately lean into Him and away from our fear. ~ Angie Smith

I agree, it is a balancing act.  But it takes me making the choice to lean into God each time a fear grasps my heart.  This balancing act takes trust.  Trusting in the One true God who wants…….. you.  Who wants to shower you with His love.  Fear has gripped my life longer than I care to admit.  Trusting God wasn’t easy for me.  Leaning into Him took courage.  But in doing so He has brought me peace.  God created fear for a reason, it keeps us alert.  But so many times, I have used the excuse of “fear” to stop me from doing what He wants me to do.  Let me tell you, my love for God, my desire to serve Him is far greater then this fear.  So I push forward through the fear of failure, through the fear of what if, the fear that I am not good enough, smart enough or educated enough to serve the King of Kings who saved me.

Let me encourage you today, lean into God and trust Him.


He’s a quiet man.  Not much for words, but his actions speak oh so loudly of his love. We met in high school.

The first time my quiet man told me he loved me, he told me a story.  He and his buddies would go to the local mall.  When they saw a girl they wanted to meet they would approach her and say “Darling, you are the fairest blossom of this desert and I think I love you.”

Okay so you might laugh, I did.  I couldn’t imagine this quiet and shy guy being brave enough to say that.  Until he looked at me and said “Darling, you are the fairest blossom of this desert and I love you.

I was hooked.

We married young.  Life couldn’t be sweeter.  Because of our faith, we invited God to be the center of our marriage and love grew.  A couple of moves, 4 kids, a few new jobs and here we are 35 years later.  Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t perfect marital bliss.  Life has a way of sneaking in and taking over.  Deadlines to meet, babies to feed, bills to pay.  Who has time to squeeze an “I love you” in?  I mean love conquers all right?  Love forgives, love covers a multitude of sins. But spending time together, just the two of us?  Man, that was hard.

Life has a funny way of creeping in and helping us forget what’s important.  How we can tell each other we love each other?  How we can show our love to each other?

If I could tell my 20 something self how to show love to your mate, I would suggest more hand holding, more looking into each other eyes, and more talking to each other.  Focus more on marriage and less on feeling like we are just roommates.  I would say, take those walks, leave the dishes and laundry and dare I say, show gratitude to each other.


His gifts are acts of service and he desires to spend quality time with others.  And he shows me his love by the small things.  Getting me a coke, when he gets up to get himself one.  Filling the car up with gas.  Making dinner.  My days were filled with diapers, fussy babies and school projects.  There were days I would hand him a child and go to the store, just for some peace.  I called these Walmart days.  Because I would just walk the aisles of Walmart for peace and quiet.  He never complained.

Today, we hold hands more, really talk to each other, kiss more often.  We spend rainy afternoons cuddled up in bed to watching droplets of water run down the windows. We hug.

There’s more thank you’s and less complaining.  It’s the small stuff that makes the big stuff not seem so hard.  We’ve entered this season with gratitude in our hearts for each other and to God for blessing us with this life we’ve shared.

The “fairest blossom” in our desert has been God for He is the one that made this chord strong enough to not break.