Taken Captive By Fear

Fall was beginning to make its presence known as Carl, Bee, and I walked out of the house into the crisp morning air. The sun had just peeked over the tree tops and the rays literally blinded us as we walked up the drive way. No one was stirring given that it was Sunday which made it easier to walk the length of several football fields on the road that shouldered no sidewalk.

As we made our way past the wooded area that led back to swamp land, I heard a piercing noise that sounded like a woman’s high pitch cry coming from the dense batch of trees. Looking around and seeing no one to come to our rescue, Carl, Bee, and I quickened our steps and made it safely to the sidewalk of the neighborhood.

Fear rose up inside of my body at the thought of the unknown sound. Thoughts of when my two little bullies were attacked by a neighborhood dog came rushing back into my mind and all I wanted to do was flee.

We continued our walk and after being in the safety of a neighborhood that was fenced in by houses, I began to relax. Fear has a way of taking us captive when we least expect it. If anyone could relate to living with this emotion it must have been King David. For years after being anointed as king, David ran from King Saul who was extremely jealous of David and wanted him dead. At one time, King Saul sent out 30.000 men to kill David but as we know they were unsuccessful.

My emotions briefly lived inside of my soul but for David, they existed for years. Realizing how much stress fear can place on the body, I must wonder how David survived the years of this reoccurring force of emotions. In Psalm 34, David shares with us how we should overcome our longstanding fears. Starting with the first verse David begins by worshipping God and then proceeds to sharing truth about our Lord.

Throughout the entire Psalm, David doesn’t focus on his reason for fear but on the attributes of God. By praying, David was reassured that his God would save him even when it looked hopeless.

Once we safely arrived at home, Carl and Bee scooted into the house and laid down on the wood floor. While they were resting, I asked my husband what he thought the noise could have been. He told me that it sounded just like a bobcat that he had heard. He told me that it would have been disastrous for our little dogs if the bobcat had come out and attacked them. In response to these words, I gave my dogs a big hug and thanked God for keeping us safe.img_0742

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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