Can I start off with a tip?
If you struggle with the snooze button, plug your phone or alarm in across the room so when it goes off you have to get up to turn it off. By the time you stumble over there and you are deciding whether or not to go back to bed, sense wins out when you say, “Aw, screw it. I’m up already. Might as well get this party started.”
Every. Single. Morning.
I’m up. I’m getting dressed to go walk or run and another decision comes up.
Treadmill or outside.
My increasing tendency toward ADHD wins.
I head outside.
Can I tell you how freakin SPOOKY it is at 5:30 in the morning? And it doesn’t help that I pass a house that has a cheap sensor that literally screams at me when I go by and has a red light that glares at me.
BY A CEMETARY!!
Good Lord. Spring for the upgrade on the security system.
Phone in my strong, dominant hand for maximum blow to a temple. Check
GPS turned on so if I get kidnapped my whereabouts can be tracked. Check
Earbuds out to maximize keen hearing of impending attack. Check.
As cars whiz by I am comforted by the thought that any fool out this early is probably 1) going to work and doesn’t have time to kidnap or kill me OR 2) is coming home from work and is too tired to care.
So, this morning I came across some deer in a yard. These things are so majestic. Even though I see several everyday, I still am in awe of these guys. Reagan loves to see them so he can hang out the window and scream at them to watch them take off running. It’s really hilarious but I seriously have a holy reverence for these things. I mean, YOU GUYS, have you ever seen the YouTube video of the deer fighting the dude?!
I do NOT want to be on a YouTube video like that.
No Thank You.
I remember as a little kid, I would be out playing and if I heard a helicopter fly over head, I would get so afraid. I would immediately take off running my little heart out toward my house and scramble to get in the front door.
What was I expecting the pilot to do? Gun down an 8 year old playing in the street?
Maybe I’d seen Red Dawn too many times.
But the fear was so real to me. Irrational. But real.
And that is exactly what the enemy wants is for me to believe that my fear is so likely that not only COULD it happen, but the outcome would be my very undoing. The enemy wants me so paralyzed with the possibility of the unknown that I am completely fruitless and imprisoned.
Fear is crippling.
I believe fear is generational. Just like our core values and beliefs, what we think or feel is what we pass on to our children.
Fear. This is NOT a gift I want to give my children.When I am…he wins.
Have you ever heard that the term “Fear not” is in the Bible 365 times? Once for every day of the year? It’s a cool thought. But it’s not true. Sorry.
But think about this…if God cannot lie, (Numbers 23:19) and He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8) then once should be enough. I shouldn’t need a different “fear not” scripture for each day’s fear that comes my way. Right?
Psalm 27:1 should be my anthem. Our battle cry.
The Lord is my light and my salvation—
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life—
of whom shall I be afraid?
A job loss?
A bad health report?
Unknown future plans?
A freak deer attack? 🙂
Look at it dead in the face and quote, out loud, Psalm 27:1.
So, on my way home from my morning jaunt, I wasn’t kidnapped, murdered, or bludgeoned by a psychotic deer. Heck, I didn’t even get a cramp in my leg…
And as the sky lightened and the Son of God woke up our corner of the universe, He reminded me that even if He uttered “Fear Not,” only one measly time…it’s enough for me.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.