If you don't have those fears with trusting Jesus, do you have those fears trusting other humans again? Like my Maggie. I know I do. That's where I've been living lately - in the pajama drawer of safety from those who've wounded me deeply the past few years. I'm not really all wide-eyed though. I'm more angry-eyed with my claws ready to retaliate when provoked. We all have our defenses. Some are passive, I'm more aggressive.
Oh to embrace forgiveness and let Him heal all the wounds. To know that my trust is in Him, not them. To climb out of the drawer and begin to live in freedom again. This is my prayer. Well, no, that's a lie. I want that to be my prayer. At the moment I'm quite content in the drawer.
Can you relate?