Mama just came back from her walk.
She walks outside, not just on the balcony but on the real ground.
I love it when she comes in and takes her shoes off.
There is so much to smell it takes a long time to sort through it all.
It takes so long that it wears me out and I have to nap.
I have wonderful dreams after Mama’s walks.
In this place, no one thought this day would ever come, really never giving it a thought at all. It was a beautiful and peaceful place where good people lived and worked side by side, raising families, sharing good times and not so good times, always willing to help one another, never thinking they would be anything but a free people. But with the invasion yesterday they are no longer a free people; now they are a people of fear.
I am not sure I agree with Mr Smith.
I do agree danger is real, but I am not sure fear is a choice.
I do think what we do when afraid and how we react is a choice.
When we are afraid we may run and hide.
Then we have a choice stay in our hiding place or leave it.
When we are afraid of something we can do everything
possible to avoid it or we can choose to confront it.
Fear has many faces and is different for everyone.
What you fear I may laugh at and you may think my fear is silly.
But for each of us the fear, real or imagined, is not a choice it just is.
The challenge is to do what needs to be done to overcome it.
Easier said than done, I know.
Sometimes we have the courage within us to deal with it on our own.
Other times we may need help. No shame in that.
But it can be hard to admit we are afraid and need help.
We would be wise to take some advice from Jack.
He watched Teddy jump up on the armoire in my bedroom.
It’s a tall armoire, about six and a half feet tall, and Teddy loves it up there.
So one day Jack jumped up there.
He did not love it!
He was afraid up there and afraid to jump down.
I was in the kitchen and could hear him crying for help. I know just how he felt.
He didn’t choose to be afraid. But he was.
And he was smart enough to call for help.
Today I am linking to In Other Words and Two Shoes Tuesday The prompts are
In Other Words “Courage is fear that has said its prayers.” Dorothy Bernard Two Shoes Tuesday You or I
I don’t know about you, but I have dealt with a lot of fear in my life.
Some real fears and some imagined.
Often imagined fear, the what if’s, is worse than real fear.
Anxiety is the “what if” imagined kind of fear.
I used to deal with it all the time.
Not a day went by that I wasn’t afraid of what might or could happen.
There were times I couldn’t leave my apartment.
There were panic attacks.
I knew about the power of prayer from my gramma, but I wasn’t convinced.
I thought maybe it was a coincidence when prayers were answered.
Then I gave it a shot. At that point, I figured I had nothing to lose.
At first my prayers were tentative. I was afraid to pray. “What if” it didn’t work?
Then I bargained. I will do this or that if my fear will be taken away.
Finally, my prayers became less about how to not be afraid to how to have courage.
I learned prayers are answered.
Maybe not instantaneously or the way I want them answered but
they are answered in the way that brings the greatest blessing.
Have I conquered fear?
No, but it doesn’t overwhelm and imprison me like it once did.
Fear and anxiety are not everyday occurrences anymore.
There are times it threatens and times it takes over but I have learned to pray
for the courage I need to face those real and imagined fears.
Now I know prayers are answered and it is not coincidence.
“Courage is fear that has said its prayers.” Dorothy Bernard
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Sometimes, like tonight, she was afraid of the dark. It was so very dark and though she couldn’t see it she knew it was in the room and going to get her. But she knew it was a coward and would run away scared when she started to cry for help. All she had to do was cry out really loudly and the bravest of the brave would run to her and hold her in his arms and she wouldn’t be afraid anymore.