If I perceive that the reason my husband interrupts me is because he thinks what I have to say is unimportant, am I afraid he thinks I'm stupid? Or am I afraid I truly am stupid?
If I get my dander up because my mother seems to imply that I handled something in an inept manner, am I afraid of her opinion of me? Or am I afraid that I am inept?
If my books don't sell well, am I afraid that I others will view me as a poor writer? Or am I afraid I really am a poor writer?
I don't know.
This is why I believe Jesus nudges me to explore why I
overreact to certain people and situations so vehemently; why my emotions spin out of control when someone pokes a wound I thought was healed. Seeing that it's still open and very sore, not healed at all, embarrasses me. But it also makes me want to know: why hasn't it healed? And what am I afraid of?

If I'm gutsy and real, I can say that I'm afraid of more than I'd like to admit. And I am willing to ask the God who loves me to walk with me into the pain. I believe healing awaits me there, in His embrace and through His Words.
That's why I never quit asking myself,
"What are you afraid of?"

Hmmm! I have often thought I wasn't afraid of anything. But, then I grew up,:) I overcame my fear of being alone. Or I couldn't be a writer. I think one of my fears is of the unknown. Another one that bothers me is
ReplyDeletea fear of failure or perceived failure, thought of by others as a failure. God helps me with these 'hang ups' I have. Anymore, I don't give them much thought.
Good question to ask ourselves Jeanette, I often ask myself 'what is the worst that can happen?' when dealing with a certain situation.
ReplyDeleteHi Jen! What an interesting question. I never thought of fear being a driver for overreaction, but it does make sense. There are times when I say to myself, "I'm not going to let this bother me." Then I get mad anyway! Why do I do that?
ReplyDeleteI have to look at the next situation with different eyes.
PS You are a good writer!
Blessings,
Ceil
Thanks, Ceil, that made my day!
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