36.40 Afraid & Fear

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36/40
From the desk of Rabbi Brian

Here’s a wonderful Chassidic quote:

I am afraid of things that cannot harm me, and I know it.

I yearn for things that cannot help me, and I know it.

What I fear is within me, and within me too, is what I seek.

How true, how true.
I fear things that I know aren’t really things to be afraid of. I hope for things to help me that I know can’t help. And, I know that the answers are pretty simple, if I would just get to that point.
I suggest that you take the time to type or write out the above quote. (Writing will
activate different parts of your brain than reading or
cutting-and-pasting do.)
Spiritual-religious advice this week: Contemplate your fears and how you deal with them.

With love,

Rabbi Brian

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