This year—2025—taught me a lesson I never expected to learn so painfully, yet so powerfully. A lesson I didn’t ask for… but one God knew I needed in order to grow, stand firm, and rise into who He called me to be.
I didn’t realise how much I struggled with the fear of man until life, work, and certain environments exposed it. Not gently. Not quietly. But in a way that shook me, stretched me, and forced me to confront it face to face.
There were days at work where I felt small.
Where I felt silenced.
Where I felt like people could sense my hesitation, my softness, my internal trembling.
And the sad truth?
Some people take pleasure in that.
Some people see your uncertainty and use it to elevate themselves.
Some people see your quiet heart and mistake it for weakness.
Some take your humility and interpret it as fear.
And fear, especially fear of man, becomes a snare.
It traps you.
It silences you.
It makes you shrink even when God told you to stand.
It makes you tolerate things you should have confronted.
It makes you hand over authority to people who never should have had that kind of power over your emotions or your peace.
But what I didn’t see at first was this:
It wasn’t the people.
It was the enemy.
Working through insecurities.
Working through manipulative spirits.
Working through misunderstandings, intimidation, and chaos.
Working through the moments where I questioned myself, my voice, and even my worth.
And I learned—sometimes painfully—that when I showed them my fear, when I let them see my uncertainty, they walked over me without hesitation. Not because they were strong… but because I didn’t yet understand my own strength.
But God.
Oh, but God.
He has a way of using uncomfortable experiences to build spiritual muscle.
He has a way of showing you who people truly are…
while also showing you who YOU truly are in Him.
And slowly, day by day, God started revealing the truth:
People do not have power over me.
God does.
And God is my anchor.
When I felt cornered — God spoke peace.
When I felt intimidated — God whispered courage.
When I felt alone — God covered me.
When I feared failing — God reminded me that no human being holds my destiny or my breakthrough in their hands.
Every moment of pressure this year became a classroom.
Every challenge became a breaking of old patterns.
Every attack became a revelation.
Every insult, every dismissal, every undermining comment became evidence of spiritual warfare — not personal weakness.
And now, standing here in December 2025, I can finally say:
I am ending this year stronger than I started it.
Not because life became easier.
Not because people changed.
But because I changed.
Because God stretched me.
Because I learned how to stand.
Because I learned that courage is not loud — it is anchored.
And my anchor is Christ.
The fear of man nearly trapped me.
It nearly silenced me.
It nearly convinced me that I wasn’t capable, worthy, or strong enough.
But God stepped in and reminded me:
"No person can walk over someone I have covered.
No voice can silence someone I have chosen.
No attack can stop someone I have anointed."
People will always have opinions.
People will always criticize.
People will assume authority that doesn’t belong to them.
People will take pleasure in thinking they have control over you.
But they don’t.
They never did.
And now — I know it too.
This December, I release the fear of man.
I release the weight of other people’s opinions.
I release the intimidation, the shrinking, the self-doubt.
And I take back my voice.
I take back my confidence.
I take back my authority.
I take back my power in Christ.
Because those who trust in the Lord will be safe.
Safe from manipulation.
Safe from fear.
Safe from intimidation.
Safe from the traps the enemy sets through people.
This isn’t just the end of a year.
It is the end of a cycle.
And the beginning of a stronger me.
I am ending this year anchored.
I am ending this year courageous.
I am ending this year unshaken.
And I am ending this year free.
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