Praise God for delivering you from a fear of the dark, Jerralea. Anytime that happens, I’m in awe of his power. Oh, how wonderful that your daughter’s tests came back clear! That would instigate a lot of anxiety for me, too. 🙁 One day I would love for God to deliver me from all my anxieties, but until then, I’m glad he stays with us in the midst of it.

I wish mountains didn’t bother me either, but they definitely do. 🙁 Well, skinny mountain roads bother me, I should say. I’ve about decided it’s the edges that I’m afraid of, not how high up I am.

Sorry you had an encounter with a spider–I saw an enormous one yesterday eating a butterfly! It was horrible. ha.

I’m teribly afraid of mice, dead or alive.

Recently my daughter had a seizure the one and only time in her life, and I felt a lot of fear. But all tests have come back that she is fine! Praise God!

Oo, I would be nervous too. Not a fan of heights (unless it’s a mountain because those didn’t give way so often!)

I’m answer to your questions-

1. Yes! A bit.
2. Fear of the unknown as well.
3. A spider.

Thank you for your love and compassion, Lisa, and for providing a safe place. ❤️

I’m so sorry that you weren’t able to get justice, Trudy. 🙁 Not yet anyway. I believe in the end you will receive your full justification, just probably not in this world, unfortunately. Sad things like what happened to you and others just breaks my heart and makes me cry out, Why, God? Yes, I want to fully embrace his control as well, even when I don’t see it. I know he is there. He is bigger and stronger than all else. Love to you, my friend!

Keeping fear as an abstraction is likely a blessing, Andrew. I tend to make fear too real a thing. 🙁 But you’re right; hiding under the covers is only possible for so long. Our preacher made a joke this Sunday about getting rid of monsters under the bed by cutting off the bed legs. We all have our ways I suppose.

It’s something I thought I would fear, but now…well, I joke about it being scary, and it IS scary in a way, but being that there isn’t anything I can actually do to make it go away…the fear’s kind of an abstract thing.

One can hide under the metaphorical covers or only so long; then one has to return to where the very real monster is tapping his foot and looking at his watch.

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