Today I told my seventh grade class a story from my life.
When I was a wee buck, I was terrified of the wind. It wasn't necessarily storms, rain, clouds, lightning, or anything else. However, if wind was involved, I cowered in fear. In classrooms, I would intentionally sit in seats where I could not see out the window, so if the wind was bad enough, I couldn't tell.
The reason for my great fear of wind was tornadoes, of which I have seen a few from growing up in Oklahoma and Kansas.
This became enough of a consistent issue, that my dad noticed and gave me some advice. He had me memorize 2 Timothy 1:7, "God has not given us a spirit of fear, but a spirit of power, a spirit of love, and a sound mind."
He told me that my fear was not from God. He reminded me of God's protection, and that God had given me a mind with confidence. Power, love, and a sound (or disciplined) mind were mine to claim.
It really did get easier to trust God every time after that. The wind still scares me a little, but now I know to trust God for my protection and not be so afraid.