#but perfect love cast out fear

[mostesteemedgingeroverlord]

I’m watching friendships fall apart before my eyes and it’s breaking my heart. Years long friendships crumbling over such foolish things. I hate that I can’t do anything. I know that I’m not capable of being completely unbiased and even if I was, my interference likely would just make the situation worse. But it’s killing me and I hate it. Yet even in my complaining and crying, God is reminding me to give it back to Him. To know that prayer is my greatest tool, to ask my Father to fix what I can’t, to protect me from such conflict.

[swan2swan]

Keep your eyes on the road at all times.

[kanerallels]

There's so much here I don't know where to START

[foxbox23232]

[thebirdandhersong]

Noooo crazy lady in a frilly lizard dress don't tell Emma she isn't loved that is a LIE

[whataccutanewontfix]

The Bible says in 1 John 4:18-19, “Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear. If we are afraid, it is for fear of punishment, and this shows that we have not fully experienced his perfect love. We love each other because he loved us first.”

Interestingly, just a few verses before, in 1 John 4:7-8, this very important bit happens: “Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God. Anyone who loves is a child of God and knows God. But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love.”

Christians hate when a gay man goes “fuck it, I’ll gladly go to Hell if you want me to so bad” because it takes the edge away from their tools of fear. If they can’t scare you with threats of eternal damnation then one of their main weapons is taken away.

[lettersfromgod]

📖 Source: https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/Words_To_Live_By:_Part_One#Responsibility

▶️ Video/Playlist: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PiJgptu7fv8&list=PLE8FlkxQPQkMinJ_T3GF3VuXpPKyIQyYK&index=66

[psalmonesermons]

Dealing with fear Part 4: Four more types of fear

In this part of our study we consider a further 4 types of fear that are experienced by people in general, but also includes believers.

5. Fear of circumstances or consequences

An example of this type of fear is found with the prophet Elijah who after having destroyed the prophets of Baal, heard that the wicked Queen Jezebel was seeking revenge on Elijah. This produced fear and worry, and Elijah ended up hiding in a cave. At this point God gave Elijah various tasks to keep his mind off the threat of Jezebel. So when you experience this type of fear try to keep busy and remember to rehearse all the promises God has made to you in his word.

The enemy says no good deed goes unpunished; the Lord says no good deed goes unrewarded!

Scripture Antidote

Matthew 6:25 (Jesus speaking) Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?

6. Fear of the unknown or future

This is a common type of fear, and a biblical example is that of Gideon. Gideon needed extra assurances from the Lord demonstrated by his laying out a fleece on more than one occasion which surprisingly God honoured. At the end of his career Gideon because he needed to know the future took the gold earrings of the Amalekites and melted them and fashioned the gold into a golden ephod (only the high priest was allowed to do this to get the word of the Lord for the future). So Gideon because of his fears for the future led Israel astray into idolatry[1].

We must realise 3 things about the future

a. God has a plan for your life

b. God’s grace is sufficient for you

c. God will provide exactly what you need at the point it is needed (not before).

7. Fear caused by sin

Proverbs 28:1 The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are bold as a lion.

Fear can grip wicked people to the extent they run away even when no one is chasing them!

Isaiah 33:14 The sinners in Zion are afraid; fearfulness hath surprised the hypocrites.

Sin produces fear, but righteous living produces peace.

We all need to keep short accounts with the Lord using where relevant 1 John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

8. Irrational fears (phobias)

These fears are common even amongst believers and include fear of mice, spiders, snakes, and moths etc etc. These phobias are quite lightweight and usually can be removed by believing prayer.

Such fears can be like inherited fears where a child sees a parent overreacting to for example a mouse or other creature. It is as though the fear is transmitted from adult to child.

Scripture vs Fear

1 John 4:18 There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.

Perfect love casts out fear, as we deal with fear in our lives the fear demons leave.

The more filled we are with his love the less room for fear to enter.

The more aware we are of God’s love for us the more confident we are he will help us

2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

So where did the fear come from?

Prayer, Lord, we thank you for your keys for us to walk free from all ungodly fear.

Please give us a revelation of who we are in Christ.

Amen

[1] The Ephod that Gideon built was his own personal idol; perhaps a golden calf made from the gold he plundered in the battle, which became a stumbling block to his own household and all of Israel. This is the final downturn of his character and falling away of the one true God (see Judges 8:22-27).

[giantsinthemist]

If Hate conceals Fear, Why do I Hate those I do not Fear? Impulsive rage consuming, Insidious against another. Fear does not reside in Love, Yet its dominance in one aspect, Drives away all Love that’s weak. And so it goes that hate unfounded, Might stem not from absent Love, But stronger Fear’s effect seeping through, Permeating every thought, Overtaking neutrality too. And where Love does not reside, Hatred takes its place. What little Love that did escape it, Weak and paralyzed, false indifference. -GITM “Collection 1: False (Hate)"

For Those Who Used To Love

[dkcdude]

Running toward Heaven or Fleeing from Hell?

There are, of course, many different reasons people choose to follow Jesus, but I would assert that most of them can be reduced at their core to one of two driving forces: running toward heaven or fleeing from hell. For running toward heaven, I think of people who are motivated by the idea of spending eternity in paradise, face-to-face and arm-in-arm with the Triune God. They are eager to enjoy…

[tom4jc]

November 26, 2023 Verse Of The Day

[livingwellnessblog]

There Is No Fear In Love

There Is No Fear In Love | Creation is Finished There Is No Fear In Love, bur perfect love casts out fear. This is a love that is above human, connected to our God, his love is perfect and casts out fear. A state of perfect love is VOID of fear The Great I Am. 1 John 4:18 (NIV) “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who…

[jefferisp7]

The Spirits of Fear, Horror and Witchcraft

There are 2 types of fear: Fear of the Lord, and Fear of the Devil. Satan's desire is to make you afraid of him and forget about fearing the Lord. The spirit of fear can enter us in many ways. What we watch, through the occult, through witchcraft.

Fear, Horror, & Witchcraft The Spirit of Fear, Horror and Witchcraft 2 Timothy 1:6–7 For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands, for God has not given us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control. 1 John 4:16–18 ESV So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and…

[snowballseal]

Sleepy Affection

Sylus X Reader

Summary: You're tired. Sylus is the best cuddle partner. Lots of soft love here. That's it.

Word Count: 1061

Note: Self indulgent really, I have a hard time with burnout and sleeping in general, but I know cuddling with this man would solve all of that. Sorry if I overused adjectives.

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Days as a hunter are long. It’s a part of the job, always being alert, always willing to help when the need arises. And you love it. You love being awake before the sun rises, and the exhaustion in your limbs as you walk home. It satisfies the restlessness in your bones.

But still, it’s hard to not hit burnout eventually.

You can feel it weighing down your body as you step out of headquarters. The sun is just rising over Linkon, and you narrow your eyes up at the sky. Of course you worked through the night. It was that or let your paperwork drag into your weekend. Maybe not the best decision. You sigh, rolling your shoulders. Every muscle in your body aches for sleep.

You don’t want to go home, though. It would be too quiet, too empty. If anything, you would probably end up staring at your ceiling, impossibly restless despite how tired you are. And that sounds absolutely awful.

Before you can think too hard about it, your feet are carrying you towards the transit center. To the one place where you feel safe, despite all the reasons you shouldn’t.

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The N109 Zone is strangely quiet in the early morning gloom. The streets are nearly empty, the only sound coming from the electric buzz of the overhead wires and the snuffling of a stray dog on the corner. For a fleeting moment, you wonder if being a criminal makes you allergic to the day. Or maybe they’re all vampires. An amused hum dances past your lips at the thought. Perhaps they’re not after the aether core in your heart, but your blood.

One man seems to be at least.

By the time you reach Sylus’ place, it feels like you're walking through a light fog. Or stepping into a dream. The home greets you with a pleasant warmth that eases the tension in your muscles. Music drifts through the halls, distant and fuzzy with that old quality that vinyl has. Like a siren song, it draws you deeper into the dark comfort of the manor.

Right to your sleeping dragon.

Even while he’s sleeping, Sylus looks…dignified. Ethereal even. The soft light peaking through his curtains casts a glow on his features, dancing across his white lashes, making them almost look like snowflakes. Your eyes trail over the relaxed line of his jaw, the contours of his chest and shoulders. He lies so still, you could almost believe he’s a statue, if not for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He just looks so…perfect.

It’s hard to believe that this is Onychinus’ feared leader. 

Toeing off your boots, you tread carefully to the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under your weight, the sheets soft and silky under your fingers. Sylus lets out a low sigh at the movement, red eyes flickering open ever so slightly before falling back shut. Without a word, he shifts and lifts the sheets for you to crawl in next to him.

His warmth draws you in, just like his wispy, old music. You can’t resist it, not that you want to. It’s all the invitation you need to tuck yourself as close as possible, like an exhausted little kitten looking for a safe place to sleep. Sylus immediately draws your leg over his hip, long fingers kneading lazily at your thigh. Every part of you presses against his addicting warmth, drawing a content hum from your lips, completely pliant under his touch. He could do anything to you right now and you wouldn’t complain. But there’s an almost reverent feeling to the way he holds you, the way he traces shapes along your skin and presses gingerly into your wound up muscles.

It’s a rare moment of pure gentleness. No teasing quips. No haughty smirk. Just you and Sylus, the air between you thick with something so incredibly tender. You stay like that for what feels like forever, time lost to soft touches and quiet sighs. Neither of you are willing to break whatever spell has fallen over the room. 

Soon enough, though, the weight of your eyelids becomes too difficult to fight. You tuck your face into the curve of his throat, the scent of his cologne washing over your senses. It’s spicy and warm, like worn leather and rum, just so perfectly Sylus.

You wish you could stay like this forever, floating pleasantly on the edge of sleep with him. Just with him. An indescribable fondness curls somewhere deep in your chest.

“I missed you,” you admit into the crook of his neck, your voice thick with sleep and something vulnerable.

“Mmmm, I was wondering why you crawled into my bed in the middle of the morning.” 

He wasn’t, really. You both feel it whenever you can’t see each other for too long. It’s like the worst feeling of homesickness. He won’t admit to it, but you can feel it in the way his arms curl possessively around your waist, like he never wants to let you go. You slide a hand up to his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin, the steady thrum of his heart under your palm. You’ve missed this. Sylus shivers at your teasing touch, those red eyes finally flickering open again to look down at you, half-lidded and unfocused. You hold his gaze, trying to memorize every detail, every fleck of color, the dark gleam of fondness in their depths, matching your own. This is the real Sylus. Gentle and kind, passion burning just below the surface. The one only you get to see. And you love him more than you’ll ever be able to explain.

You curl your arms around his narrow waist, forehead pressing against his chest, “Is it okay that I came?”

You already know the answer. Still, Sylus humors you.

“I would have it no other way,” he rumbles lowly, lips brushing against your hair. “Now rest, sweetheart, I can tell how tired you are. We can talk in the evening.”

You hum, eyes finally falling shut, “Promise?”

“I promise.”

And just like that, you find it impossible to stay awake any longer, lulled by his words and the sound of his breathing. Every nerve, every worry, washes away, leaving you to fall into the darkness you’ve been craving, dreaming of the weekend you can spend together.

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Honestly took so long to write. I wanted to moment to feel soft and more drawn out, don't know if it worked. But I hope y'all liked it :)

[thebirdandhersong]

buddy saying on the disintegrating bridge that he's not afraid anymore!!!!!