I think it’s true of most things: our fear of something is often worse than the thing we’re fearing. I’ve heard it said that sometimes when your worst fear comes upon you, you find that you move through it. You survive it. God’s grace abounds. At least in the case of dropping a daughter off to college, the fear of it had me crying all week long. But when the day came, it was easier than I thought. I moved through the day with joy and assurance. I survived it. God’s grace carried me. And it will carry her.
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