One day, on a date set aside by the Lord, we will never be afraid again. I may suffer for a time, and I may face struggles, but I have hope. It feels as though God is taking his spoon and scooping out the goop, the fear, from my soul, the way a pumpkin carver scoops out the goopy seeds. Even in the midst of a sad day, there is the hope I have to shine in the night for God.