Imagine yourself in a boardroom meeting with God. You and the Big Guy, one-on-one for a meeting he arranged called your ‘Quarter-life Evaluation.’

You’re a bit nervous, not really knowing what to expect. The meeting stars off with the normal pleasantries then proceeds into a review of your successes and accomplishments so far. God is very complimentary and supportive as he acknowledges the cool things you have accomplished.

‘This isn’t going as badly as I thought it would,’ you say to yourself.

Suddenly, almost out of the freaking blue, God shocks you out of the lovefest with a penetrating question:

‘Please explain in detail the basis behind your 3 biggest fears… start with #3… and Go!’

‘Wohhhh… hold your horses, God!,’ you think to yourself… wait just a minute.

Your mind starts racing as you think through the question. You’re frozen.

‘I don’t know how to answer that,’ is your response… the only thing you can get out of your mouth. ‘To be honest, God, I am not sure if you would understand them anyway.’

A pause… God looks at you with a mischievous grin. ‘I think it’s time for a 5 minute break’, he says… ‘I need to pee.’ Just like that, he’s gone.

‘Okay,’ you say, thinking it’s weird that God has a bladder.

Suddenly, you’re by yourself and your mind drifts back to the question about your fears. Why did that question stump you? You have fears… sure, we all do… what if I run out of money?… or blow it in my career?… or never move up in my company?… or never find meaningful, significant work?… or get married and realize that she isn’t the one?… or blow it as a father?… or, or, or, or… the list goes on.

Granted, you don’t think about them all the time… but they’re definitely there in the background sometimes creeping out from the shadows to rear their ugly head.

Then, something just clicks:

Could it be that trying to explain your fears to God is difficult because he won’t see them the same way you do?

Hmm… interesting… reminds me of a 3 year old kid trying to convince his dad that he should have a live shotgun to kick around with while chilling with his buddies… despite all of the kid’s convincing, pleading, excuses, and clever stories, dad just knows better than to give his 3 year old kid a loaded weapon.

Maybe it’s the same way with the loaded weapons in your mind called fears?