You may know I’m on this venture lately to fight fears. I’ll let you peek into my large assorted package of them. One could say that they are “deep seated fears” from childhood or something with a psychological flare… But anyway, they’re there. Maybe turning 50 did it, but I figure I have to knock some things off my list.
For instance, since the fear of public speaking and singing plagues me, I decided to practice with the praise band at church and not put any pressure on myself as to when I will actually have my “debut.” I will know when it’s time for the real thing. Or not. It’s okay. God is not a God of pressure and he will lead me into this with His perfect timing. Future developments will follow.
Another one is the frightful heights thing. My husband and I rented a Stand Up Paddleboard when we were on vacation. Maybe I have could have won “Funniest Home Videos” or something. After the hubby finished his first try with little effort, it was my turn. I sat on the dock for 15 minutes while he encouraged me as usual and tried to explain several ways I could get on the board. We’ve been married all these years and I think he still doesn’t fully realize the extent of my…well… let’s say, difficulties.
I finally mounted the board on my hands and knees. The last thing I wanted to do was fall. I envisioned the big board hitting me in the head leaving me unconscious, or I would swim the Grand River…which is worse I do not know. Since that was painful, I returned to the dock as soon as possible.
After another coaching session, I miraculously ended up on the board in an upright position. Well, kind of. I hunched over in an odd arch praying to keep my balance. Hubby called, “Look up! You’ll do much better!” If only I could eat my own words about looking at Jesus when you are “walking on the water!” This felt like being at the tip of an iceberg with sharks all around me.
Fear became truly paralyzing when the front of one of my legs was one huge cramp from trying to keep my balance. I wasn’t five feet off the dock when I yelled, “I’m going to die! Get me off this thing NOW!” Hubby asked if I wanted to be saved with the Sea Doo. I yelled “YES!” In a flash he was next to me. That was some moral support but did not help me physically. Now I was drifting down the current, paddling constantly for what seemed an eternity. Upon reaching the dock I vowed that I would never go on one of those things again. It was now proven to the world that I attempted it.
There are a few other new things I have tried lately and I’ll tell you about them next time.
Would you please tell me about an adventure you have had this summer? One person who tells an adventure will be chosen to receive a copy of Carol Kent’s book, “Tame Your Fears.” I’ve found it to be such a great book and I want one of you to have it.