Novel & Cerita Fear Is What If Faith Is Even If

Faith was feeling uncomfortable; the kind that rips you off your shell, makes you crumble and then melt into a puddle. She had never felt anything so overwhelming. She had been an emotional mess from the past few days, she agreed. It wasn't about her granny's or Josh's health. It wasn't about Alexander's strong grip on her waist that had made her feel real and vulnerable. It was something else. It was fear. She could feel it, rising slowly to her head, filling up it with images she would die to forget. Images of the past. But it had nothing to do with the present. Why was she feeling so scared anyway?

"Adi... I just... I'm scared. I've buried a few feelings so deep inside my heart that I don't know what will happen if they come out." "Whatever happens, we will face the together, Fifi. Promise?" Faith nodded and held his hand," Promise."

, Melody said. "don't be scared", Raymond said. Melody pushed him away in anger and shout, "How I can't be scared he said the name of our family will disappear, the glorious Wilson family will disappear how can I bear such a thing. Why... Why God gave our grandson such ill-fortune."

Everlyn turned toward him. “Because now people may start trusting the system for moral outcomes.” Silence. Marcus understood immediately. “And once people believe the system naturally creates better societies…” A pause. “…they stop questioning it.” Exactly. The old danger returned again. Just in a more sophisticated form. Her phone buzzed softly. Clara. Everlyn opened the message. “You’re still afraid of faith. Everlyn typed back immediately. “Faith removes accountability.” There was a pause. Then Clara replied: “So does fear.” Everlyn stared at the screen.

“And some believe that is precisely the problem.” Elizabeth felt the weight of it settle behind her eyes. “They think I bring it with me.” “They think you do not fear it.” She almost laughed. The sound caught in her throat instead. “Fear is not faith,” she said. “No,” Father Aldric agreed. “But faith is needed when fesr is felt so deeply." That evening, the questions sharpened. A woman at the mill asked Elizabeth why she did not carry a rosary. A man by the fields remarked that he had never heard her invoke the saints by name.

This time, fear didn’t win. Trust did.

I nuzzled my nose in her hair, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head and holding her close to give her the comfort she wanted. ### I was almost dozing off around three in the morning with Faith still in my arms. "You know, I was scared," she suddenly spoke up. I jolted up a little since she didn't utter a word in the last two hours. "When the moment came, I was scared to face my biggest enemies," she whispered. Confusion filled up my mind. What was Faith saying? "I wonder if I didn't delay and went along with you, maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt," she continued, and it finally made sense. "I am so pathetic. Even if I'm so strong physically, I have a weak mind. I admire Faith at suc

Like nothing in this world can ever fear them. Is there really nothing?

Shekinah plainly said – causing her forehead to crease and looked at her sister. “What do you mean?” She curiously inquired. Shekinah met her eyes. “What I am saying is… fear can make you the weakest as you stay in the middle of your comfort zone… or it can also make you the strongest as you try to conquer it with all your strength.” Shekinah simply explained. “It depends on how you intend to be in the future?” She managed to repeat her words. Shekinah smiled at her while her eyes remained emotionless. “I am rooting that you choose the second one.”