He was terrified. Petrified, actually. He shook violently in Matt’s arms for half an hour after the incident. Ricci, our five pound, eight month old Dachshund, was finishing his nightly walk when he turned the corner of our block to be met by two, huge K9 dogs in front of our neighbors house.

Matt saw the dogs and assumed they were on a leash… until they sprinted after Ricci like canine Hunger Games mutations, foaming at the mouth and barking fiercely. Matt ran to Ricci and picked him up in one swift motion and raised him above his head so the jumping dogs couldn’t eat him. Once the owner retrieved the dogs and apologized for not having his mutations on leashes, Matt realized that Ricci lost control of his bodily function and defecated* on his hands, his shirt, and the leash.

After a bath and some coddling, Ricci seemed better. However, something changed. He became a different dog after that incident. Every time we leave our house for a walk, he yelps wildly like he’s possessed or suffers from rabies at the sound of their bark.

I saw a gentle, loving dog morph into an angry, rabid creator because of fear.

As Matt recounted the story for me, a chill ran down my spine. I empathized with Ricci. No, I’m not five pounds and my legs are [thankfully] longer than his. But I felt for him because fear changed him… as fear changes us.

Fear can overtake us and turn us into cold shells of the person we once were. We yell and shout things we don’t mean out of protection and defensive means so as to not be perceived as littler, weaker, or fearful. We perhaps feel unprotected and outnumbered against our enemy. But we’re not.

Standing behind us is a protector, someone who can scoop us up with we feel like we’re being attacked and clean us up when we make a mess of our life.

1 John 4:18 tells us that perfect love casts out all fear. Ricci—yes, I know he’s just a dog but for metaphor sake, bear with me—is loved. He doesn’t need to fear because he has a protector like God protects us [Psalm 18:2], shields us [Psalm 91:14], and heals us [Luke 9:11].

We can rest in knowing that we don’t have to fear. We are protected.

*Mom, I used the word defecate and not poop just for you. Yes, I know you’re proud.

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