The Grips of Fear

Fear can grip any of us when we least expect it.  Carl exhibits his anxiety at times when nothing visible occurs.  Just the other night, I found him leaning up against the counter in the kitchen shaking all over. I reached down to comfort him and had to take him in my arms to get him to relax.

I have known fear.  When I go to a place where I haven’t been before I can become anxious and must fight off the feeling to move forward. Heavy traffic on the highway can cause a sense of fear that actually evokes physical symptoms such as an accelerated heart rate and sweating of the palms.

But the one time that I know that fear will emerge is when I am driving over a bridge. Every time I see a bridge on the horizon, particularly one that goes up and over a large span of water, my body goes into a fear mode. My hands begin to perspire and my pulse quickens to a point that it can sometimes be hard to breathe.

I am aware of the cause of this fear but it doesn’t change the immediate physical symptoms that take over my body. This fear originated when I was thirteen years old. A motor boat I was in flipped over and without a driver, the steering wheel was left in a turned position. The boat circled back and literally ran over me, leaving my back and arm in shreds.

This incident left me with not only physical scars but also psychological ones. It took years to understand the impact that this accident had regarding my fears. But no matter how many bridges I cross and how I tell myself that I shouldn’t be afraid, my body goes into a fear mode.

2 Timothy 1:7 (NLT) states: “For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.” This verse encourages me because I may never stop feeling the physical symptoms of distress but as long as I push through them, I know that I am accessing the spirit of God to fight off the fear that will surely come my way.

So when panic begins to grip me I know I can take hold of this Word and know that the spirit that lives within me is activated and taking action.

Poor Carl has no way of accessing this spirit of power, love, and self-discipline but I can promise you that when he trembles with fear, we will be there to pick him up and love him through it. As I think about it, isn’t this what God does for us when fear creeps in?


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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