Fear is like a mold which can grow and expand in many dirrections. (Not all of them being good!)

In fear of stuff, we lose sight of that constant fear we have produced early, that is haunting us.   When love is real and people know that you are not just playing, there is the hope that the fear will go to where God can heal it.   Our heart opens to those secrets in the striving and the giving and the living that some day we may all be whole.