DO NOT FEAR!
For as long as I can remember, I took these words as a commandment. Like DO NOT KILL, HAVE NO OTHER GOD BEFORE ME. The words felt harsh to me.
On September 20, I was in a meeting and was summoned by one of our HR Staff. "There's been an accident with one of your sons" she said. My husband was at the front reception office, visibly shaken and all I got out of him was "we have to go, now, Shayne's been shot with a bow".
Shayne is my firstborn. I've seen him hunt and kill with that bow since he was a young teen. Y'all, I was afraid. I had to tell my body to breathe, and my heart to beat. It was about 7-10 minutes as we hurried toward my son and his family, before I learned he had been shot in the hand. I calmed a little, knowing he would probably not die on this day, but I couldn't immediately calm my fear. It was a terrible accident that caused him great pain and there were many what ifs over the next several days. He is okay, but with scars he will bear for the rest of his life.
Over the last weeks, I've thought much about being afraid. I'm afraid when my husband is away overnight. I'm afraid when I sign papers admitting my son for care that we cannot give. I'm afraid when the phone rings at hours it isn't supposed too with almost always sad news. I'm afraid that depression will last forever. I'm afraid that I am not living up to the calling God has given me.
But, what if...what if DO NOT FEAR, is supposed read, (insert soothing voice from our Daddy)
Oh sweet child of mine, don't be afraid. I am here with you. I won't leave you alone and you don't have to put your big girl panties on. You just be, in me. I'll carry you, scars and all.
We all get afraid. But we don't have to live in fear.
Happy Tuesday y'all!