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Faith Over Fear

  • Writer: Kristin Ricker
    Kristin Ricker
  • Feb 28
  • 4 min read

Foundation: Trusting God in Protection, Provision, and His Perfect Will



“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.” — Proverbs 3:5–6


There comes a point in life when faith is no longer poetic — it becomes survival. It becomes breath. It becomes the anchor that holds you when the winds do not merely blow, but rage.


For me, trusting the Lord has not been theoretical. It has been forged in fire — in motherhood, in marriage, in mental health battles, in business decisions, and in moments where I had to choose between fear and faith.


And every time, God has proven Himself faithful.





Trusting God With Our Children



“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.” — Psalm 127:3


When our firstborn experienced what we believed to be a vaccine injury, it shattered something in me. As a mother, you carry the unbearable weight of wondering if you could have done something differently. The questions, the guilt, the research, the tears in the quiet hours — all of it pressed me to my knees.


And it was there — on my knees — that I met the Lord in a deeper way.


“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” — Psalm 46:1

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” — Exodus 14:14


After that season, we prayerfully decided not to continue vaccinating. It was not a decision rooted in fear, but in conviction — and in a desire to fully entrust our children’s lives to the sovereignty of God. We came to believe that if the Lord gives life, He sustains it.


“You formed my inward parts; You knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” — Psalm 139:13

“All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.” — Psalm 139:16


That does not mean we neglect wisdom. It means we refuse to allow fear to rule our home. We choose to believe:


“The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.” — Proverbs 18:10





Trusting God With Our Minds



Living with Bipolar Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder is not easy. The highs can feel invincible; the lows can feel consuming. Emotions can move like tidal waves. But I have learned something sacred in this battle: diagnosis does not define destiny.


“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.” — 2 Timothy 1:7


Rather than relying solely on modern medications, I have implemented therapeutic disciplines — Cognitive Behavioral Therapy and Dialectical Behavior Therapy — learning to challenge distorted thoughts, regulate emotion, and recognize when I am about to spiral. I have learned to ask for space before words wound. To accept help before pride isolates. To humble myself before the Lord.


“Humble yourselves before the Lord, and He will lift you up.” — James 4:10

“Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” — 1 Peter 5:7


My pastor once told me he prayed for humility for me.


At first, that prayer unsettled me.


But humility is the birthplace of dependence.


“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” — 2 Corinthians 12:9


We are never more anchored than when we know we cannot stand on our own strength.





Trusting God in Marriage



Marriage is not sustained by perfection. It is sustained by repentance, forgiveness, and surrender.


I have made mistakes — in my marriage, in friendships, in family relationships. Lies spoken out of insecurity. Emotional entanglements that drained rather than nourished. Decisions that required painful correction.


“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” — Romans 3:23


Yet every failure became an altar.


“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us.” — 1 John 1:9

“He restores my soul.” — Psalm 23:3


The storms did not destroy us — they refined us.


“Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” — Ecclesiastes 4:12


When Christ is the third strand, the storm strengthens rather than shatters.





Trusting God in Our Home, Business, Church, and Schools



Faith is not compartmentalized. It is not reserved for Sunday mornings.


“Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain.” — Psalm 127:1


In our home, we declare His sovereignty.

In our business, we seek integrity.

In our church, we pursue reverence.

In our schools, we pray for protection.


“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.” — Proverbs 16:3

“Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” — Matthew 6:33


Trusting God means surrendering control. It means accepting that His will may not look like ours — but it will always be better.


“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord. — Isaiah 55:8–9





The Beauty of Total Dependence



Faith is not the absence of struggle. It is choosing obedience in the midst of it.


It is recognizing a spiral before it consumes you.

It is asking for space when emotions rise.

It is accepting help when pride says no.

It is kneeling when you would rather stand.


“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10

“Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be shaken.” — Psalm 125:1


I have come to understand something profound:


God does not waste our pain.


The vaccine injury.

The diagnoses.

The marriage mistakes.

The soul ties.

The tears.


Each one pressed me closer to Him.


“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” — Romans 8:28

 
 
 

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