I typically start out writing this kind of thing for myself, for personal healing, self-discovery. It’s a pattern God has established with me over the years: I write, He responds. Yet sometimes, in the midst of the process, the words take on a life of their own, as if the Spirit Himself is breathing into them, instilling them with a significance more far-reaching than anything I had intended. They are no longer mine; I am compelled to pass them on, in hopes that the freedom I receive can be multiplied. So if you are reading, this is for you. Fear is a deep, thick, ancient cancer curling around my heart,…