I’ve never been a fan of anything that slithers.
Having lived in the burbs for most of my life where the outdoors consisted of crumbling asphalt and the occasional stray cat, I wasn’t sure what country life would bring. I know what it brought our first night⏤a colorful snake coiled up next to the steps in our garage. That went over well. (But the swarm of honey bees that swept across our backyard on a warm summer day was a sight for these city eyes.)
There’s only one thing I dread out here and that’s moving anything outdoors⏤flower pots, deck chairs, outdoor rugs, etc. With even the slightest movement, some creature inevitably dashes (or slithers) away. Let’s just say that my tightly wound shrieks have become as common as the cock-a-doodle-doo next door.
So earlier this year, when a lizard matching the color of mulch darted in front of me, I did what any 6-year-old-at-heart would do. I named it. What once caused fear now prompted a smile. How could you fear a lizard named Ricky? (Lucy, Ethel, and Fred soon followed.)
The simple gesture of naming my fear weakened its ability and strengthened mine.
Some fears are easier to name than others. Snakes and lizards are visible, but others bury down deep refusing to surface unless they’re called out by name. Like the time not so long ago when Hurricane Florence pounced the Carolinas. Reality set in that the tiny house could buckle under the high winds even though we fastened her down the best we could. All the what-if’s kidnapped my peace.
What if the tiny house is destroyed? What if she’s damaged and requires even more time to complete it? What if I can’t minister as planned?
If I wasn’t careful, the name of this fear would soon become idol.
That was hard to write, and an even harder truth to swallow. What begins as a godly desire to build a tiny space to write, play, and minister, can quietly slip beyond its well-intended boundaries without warning.
Anything⏤including good, godly things⏤if held too tightly can become an idol.
When I recognized my fear of losing the tiny house and more importantly, the why behind it, I named it⏤called it out⏤before the Lord. With that confession came a speechless comfort. And yet, I knew I needed to put a few safeguards into place to prevent it from happening again. So I sat down with my Bible, pen, a sheet of paper, and my recently humbled heart {ouch!} and put these three grace-laced steps into place:
Start mornings with Psalm 139: 23,24.
This is one of the first verses I memorized but haven’t paid nearly enough attention to in recent months. He longs to show us the way and help us get back on the right track.
Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
On an index card, write a scripture verse that speaks to the issue, one biblical quote, and a scripture verse on God’s forgiveness and mercy.
I try to bookend the cards with scripture because the point of confession is not to receive an emotional “beating” but rather, to reconcile with a loving heavenly Father. The enemy would prefer us to believe otherwise, so putting this safeguard into place serves as a constant reminder to rely on truth, not feelings.
My current cards include:
Therefore, my beloved, flee from idolatry. 1 Corinthians 10:14
“It (idolatry) means turning a good thing into an ultimate thing.” – Tim Keller
“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9
Pray a tiny {but powerful} prayer.
Memorizing scripture and seeing truths can change the trajectory of our days. But prayer instantaneously melds our desire to be on the right path in one breath with the power of God, the One who makes it happen, in the next. For me, it was as simple as⏤You alone, Lord, You alone.
To name our fear we must first recognize what lies beneath it.
Do you have a go-to verse when you need to be reminded of God’s love and forgiveness? If not, that’s okay! I encourage you to find one, memorize it, and take it with you wherever you go.
Thank you for making your way up the hill to hang out with me for a little while today. You’re always welcome here.
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My fear is succumbing to dementia as my Mom did before she died. I’m terrified at each forgotten or misspoken word or person’s name. I’ve named this fear “Esmeralda.” And I claim 2 Timothy 1:7 “For God has not given us a spirit of fear (Esmeralda), but of power and of love and of a SOUND MIND.” I need not fear…even in this… because Jesus is with me always. He promised.
Yes! I love that you claim this promise, Jackie. I am joining you in prayer against dementia — and Esmeralda. [For God has not given Jackie a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.] Thank you for sharing. 🙂
I might start naming all my fear(s) “Ricky.” That one analogy is worth a million bucks to me.
Thanks for continually sharing the depth of your walk with Jesus.
Ha! I’ll be sure to tell Ricky hello for you, Sandra. 🙂 Your words are kind. I feel I’m ankle-deep in my walk, but hopefully moving in the right direction. Blessings, friend!
This may seem crazy but I have a fear of being published. I love to write and have completed one book with one WIP. I promised the Lord if He opened a door I would walk through. I don’t know where He is taking me. I’m thankful He is with me wherever I go.
Thank you for sharing your heart. Shalom rav!
I don’t think that’s crazy at all, Jean. But I love that your fear doesn’t immobilize your writing or your desire to walk through the doors God opens for His ultimate glory! Keeping you in my prayers, Jean. God bless!
Thank you for these wise words. I will name my fears, some that I have allowed to overwhelm me, and claim victory over them. Looking forward to hearing more!
I am praying for you, Frankie. Thank you for sharing — so inspiring!
I recently prayed, “I don’t want to be scared of Satan.” You know why? Because my limited life was becoming a testimony of his existence more than God’s presence. Talk about *ouch*. But, God massaged my tender place with the balm of His pleasure that I recognized this truth.
“For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”
(2 Timothy 1.7 ESV)
Thank you for sharing, Cathy.
Painfully written, beautifully said. Oh, Charla, I’ve shared that same *ouch* more than I care to mention but I love how God woes us back into the beauty of His truth. Blessings, friend.
I shared my fear with you earlier and I faced it head on. Bathing it in prayer helped and I remembered to give God the glory for my safe arrival. Praying friends are the best.
I’m SO proud of you!!!! 🙂
Thank you Cathy for words of wisdom and insight into your fears. I have many fears that are un-named but never the less they ate Real! My prayer for you, your followers is that God will give us the spirit of truth so that we can discern the fears that come from the Adversary. God bless you and your heart felt ministry. ❤️
Thank you for that prayer, Sheri. It is mine too, and I agree that the unnamed fears are real as my journey in naming isn’t finished either. Blessings, friend. 🙂
I think one of my biggest fears is being alone, which is really kind of funny since I’m an introvert and also crave alone time. I think it’s more being alone in the end. I already know the verse to speak against that fear – it’s one of my favorites. Hebrews 13:5 (the second part) Never will I leave you, nor will I ever forsake you. I’ll have to think of a good name, maybe Sol for solitary?
I get it, Kim. We introverts crave our alone time but only for so long. I like your name choice — and I love your verse. It’s one of my favorites. Thank you for sharing!