I realize that fear is a call for love. I understand now that fear is a call for help. The help I need is to be able to feel love.

My fear exists to help me to remember. My fear exists to be transformed into what I call for. I transform it into love. That is its job, its reason for its existence.

I will remember the next time fear hits me that it came to help me remember and transform.

I see this in others too.