I’ve realized that fear doesn’t always happen quickly. The adrenaline rush doesn’t always occur. I’ve let fit creep into my life ilike and invasive weed. It has to stop. I’ve allowed the evilness of it to control my every move in the past two years. I’m turning this over to God. Right now. I know He is the only one who can eliminate this nasty nightmare from my life.
IF I let Him.
And that’s the problem. I like control. That free will gets me into trouble because I’m so sure I can fix this by myself, after all it’s how I got here right? Allowing myself to be afraid to do small things like drive on a highway. Now to be fair to myself there is a reason I am afraid but the odds are it won’t happen again. And I did survive it. I should be happy not fearful. So far I’m the only person I know other than my husband who was with me at the time to be stuck in trafic no where to go as police cars skidded, slammed and slid past us on thier mission to stop a criminal. Guns were pulled, shots fired at tires, sparks were flying past my window, of course I was scared, anyone would be. But why have I allowed it to keep me from living my life? I don’t know. So I’m going to hold onto these verses from Proverbs 3:25-26 (NIV) Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared.
God works when I allow Him access to my life. I stumbled on this verse yesterday while searching for scriptures for my new book. The bible is huge and yet this is the verse I discovered.