Fears: A Reflection

While at the church here, a missionary friend of ours was sharing about her time in South America working in Bible Translation. The response of the people in the church was, “Why would you leave the comforts of Romania to go to a place like South America where it’s so dangerous?!” The reason it was significant is that was the exact same question that we received before we left (except about leaving America).

I would like to talk about fear and the way it limits us. When I was little I had a huge fear of fire. We had many lessons on fire safety and what to do in case of a fire. But in my young mind, that meant we WOULD have a fire and I needed to be prepared for WHEN that would happen. So for that reason I constantly lived on edge around anything that was hot. I remember panicking one time when my mom dropped a dried spaghetti noodle on the burner on the stove and it caught fire. She assured me it was fine, and now I know that was hardly a danger, but the moment I saw that, I immediately thought the house was going up in flames. Partly, this was because of my lack of understanding, another part was that I had dwelt on that fear for so long I was easily triggered by the sight of smoke or flame.

Just to the Edge - by Donna Weyman

Like a sneeze that doesn’t happen. Almost – I can feel it. Going through my day, walking and talking with the Lord but my feet are earth bound. Doing daily stuff –

I am reminded that I am older. Life is not perfect, yet life is good. The edge of light is there. Now I have to reach a little farther to find the joy. To connect with a very present positive. Sometimes a burst of laughter comes, like children. Mostly, the choice is ours to bring the lighthearted, funny side of life into the picture. Praising in all things seems to open a pathway of acceptance and possible understanding. Knowing that just beyond the darkness of fear and trouble is a brand new day. Even in a same old same old day – I am feeling a hint of “something great” deep down inside. Like the sun wanting to pop out from behind a cloud. And in the night, I know the morning will come. Have you ever called on a friend just to say “pray me though”? A cold wind on a hot day. A ray of sun on a frosty afternoon.

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