“Hold, on Mama! I’ll get Daddy!”
My daughters are well aware when a spider, bee or insect creeps into my house or invades my personal space, Daddy is the one to call. Deathly afraid, I scream at the top of my lungs if I see this crawling enemy from the corner of my eye. At times, even loud enough for the neighbors to come (yes, this has actually happened).
As the insect inches closer and closer, my heart races faster and faster to the point at which I think it might stop beating. Running, no sprinting, the furthest distance away from this antagonist is my usual mode of operation. I just can’t take being in the presence of anything that might millimeter its way up my leg, sting with poison or suck my blood.
Some days I scream uncontrollably, panicking help for anyone in earshot to rescue this damsel, only to discover I’m yelling at a black piece of string rolled up to resemble a centipede. Because really, centipedes are in my house. Right.
Fear panics, sends terror into the hearts of its victims, and distorts reality. There is nothing more weakening to a believer than fear.
Fear is paralyzing.
Fear is painful.
However, zooming in on our fear and boldy taking it head on, disarms the internal weapons that wound. Staring fear straight in the eye, we unleash the invisible chains that imprison and are set free to a world of beauty, enchantment and mystery.
Have you discovered beauty that comes after facing your fears?
Today's post inspired by Photoplay at High Calling Blogs.
