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Faith, Fear & Feeding the Wrong Wolf

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Anxiety whispers today’s headlines louder than peace. Every new statistic makes your heart race—but what if those fears are fuel for the wrong wolf inside you? God tells us to choose differently: to feed truth, not worry. But that’s easier said than done. Watching the news, scrolling your phone, reading headlines—it’s like running your heart on a dying battery. This piece isn’t about denying fear—it’s about noticing when you’re feeding the wrong side, then plugging into the words that promise peace even when everything around you screams the opposite.

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The Challenge of Not Being Foolish

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When it comes to my health, I’ve made more than my share of foolish choices. For years I shrugged them off—until my doctor laid the truth out in numbers I couldn’t laugh away. Sugar isn’t only hiding in sodas or candy; sometimes it’s right there in the “healthy” things I thought I was choosing. That reality check stung, but it also gave me space to be honest, both with her and with myself. Foolishness doesn’t vanish overnight. But admitting it is the beginning—and choosing a better path, even slowly, is how it finally starts to fade.

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Faithful in Small Things

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There’s a kind of emptiness I’ve seen in students who seem perfectly capable—present but not present. It’s like they’re slipping through the cracks of their own potential. That’s what made the Parable of the Talents hit me differently. The servant who buried his gift wasn’t lazy—he was afraid. My dad, by contrast, never waited for work to come to him. He collected soda bottles, worked without complaint, and never sat idle. Real faithfulness isn’t always flashy—it starts in those quiet, everyday choices to show up.

Standing Strong in the Chaos

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Four years after the chaos of COVID-19, life is still shifting underneath us—economy, unrest, people at each other’s throats. Some say faith means no fear; I wonder if that’s reckless. Scripture doesn’t say faith equals bravado. It balances trust and wisdom—like avoiding the oncoming traffic even when you’re brave enough to cross the road. Sometimes faith is pausing, not running. It’s not a failure of belief. Maybe it’s a decision to walk wisely—and continue being a source of light anyway.