Fear is a Liar

Last night was a rough night.

First, a change in assigned responsibilities on a new contract, and second; a tense conversation with one of the managers. It was a stressful day for my husband.

That evening he noticed dizziness. A ‘strange’ feeling. Then he went into our bedroom and laid on the floor.

I’m thinking, ‘the floor’? Then he asked me to take his blood pressure.

At that point, I’m paying attention. We took his blood pressure a couple times, and it was a bit high, but not horrible. He wanted to stay on the floor so I got a bunch of pillows and tried to make him comfortable. I tried to watch a movie in the other room but checked on him every fifteen minutes. My mind went nuts. I got online and read everything I could find about his symptoms and by the time I got done with that (not the best idea sometimes) I was planning a funeral and wondering how I could get along without him.

Fear had wrestled him (and by proxy, me) to the floor. How quickly we can cave to fear. Stripped away to its most basic definition, stress, anxiety and worry are fear.

False Evidence Appearing Real.

I think, like cholesterol, there is good fear and bad fear.

Good fear, or a developed respect for what we shouldn’t do, can cause us not to walk into the direct path of an oncoming car, avoid diving over a cliff or run from a dangerous situation. A healthy fear is necessary to propel us to avoid things that are bad for us or take steps to protect our loved ones.

Unhealthy fear, on the other hand, can quickly run amok. Normal pressures of life – a child that has lost his way, a recent diagnosis of a health challenge, financial woes, etc. – may make our hearts race, our minds spiral downward into worst-case scenarios and soon, we’ve talked ourselves into a stroke or heart attack.

At least in our minds.

After a sleepless night, we decided my husband should go to the emergency clinic and get checked out. A nail-biting and prayerful hour and a half later, I saw his number pop up on my cell. His voice was chirpy. My forehead knotted. How did you go from full-on anxiety to chirpy?

One word: reassurance.

A kind doctor had checked him out, spent time talking with him. No overt issues, no problems, symptoms were all within normal range. Follow-up appointment next week after a few minor adjustments in lifestyle.

Pretty tame stuff. I breathed a sigh of relief. Smiled. Thought about these scriptures:


“Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad.” ~Prov. 12:25

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear; but of power, love, and a sound mind.” ~2 Timothy 1:7

“The Lord is my light and salvation; whom (or what) shall I fear?”~Psalm

It is reassuring to know that when fear knocks at the door, we can answer with His promises.



The Blurry Line


There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, “Thy will be done,” and those to whom God says, “Your will be done.”  C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed.  C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew


Bit by bit, ‘control’ is being wrenched from my cold, stiff fingers.

For years, I figured taking the lead was a necessary evil, especially if someone else (i.e. spouse or adult kids or people I considered irresponsible in general) dropped the ball. My goodness, if a ball is dropped, shouldn’t I pick it up and run with it?

Not always.

There’s a line. I haven’t been able to decipher it very well, or sometimes at all  . . . but God’s been trying to get into my thick head where that line is. It’s a moving target, let me tell you.

For instance, where is the line between teaching my (grown) kids what to do and trying to control them?

Where is the line between accomplishing my daily agenda and holding it loosely in case God has other plans?

Where is the line when a spouse attempts something I know in my heart will fail? Do I take control of the situation? (Not unless I want World War III to erupt, just sayin’.)

What gives me the right to think I know so much better than everyone else, anyway?

And that’s the point. I don’t.

I don’t know when God has his hands on someone else and He might allow a failure to teach them something. If I intervene, well, guess what? I slow down that process. I become a stumbling block.

When one of my grown kids has the temerity of soul to share a goal with their opinionated and strong-willed mom, do I criticize in a good-hearted but wrong-headed attempt to correct, or is it my selfish need to prove that I know better than they do?

Often I don’t. And that’s the point.

At this stage, my kids need less parenting and more friending. A few suggestions here and there, but more ‘attaboys’ and ‘way to go’s’ than exacting directives. Unless they ask, and then, of course, I’m a wellspring of knowledge.

Recently I had a situation with one of my kids that kind of punched me in the face. He thought I meant no, when really, I meant ‘let me teach you’. He thought I was controlling him, when I thought I was helping. He thought he was being independent and strong, and I thought he was, at the very least, being rude.

A Mexican standoff.

And guess what? He won. I scored a few points, but at what cost? It is futile to try to control another person, and perhaps I was.

As mentioned before, the line is a moving target. There are times a kid needs direction. Not control, direction. The line gets blurry. That’s when prayer helps point me in the right direction. And the right direction in this situation was to back off.

I can’t prevent someone else’s pain. I can’t prevent someone else’s failure. I can’t prevent someone else’s drive to accomplish whatever it is, even if I see them falling off a cliff. I can try to prevent it, but, again, I don’t know the whole story. God may have other plans and often I just need to get out of the way.

Let go.

Step aside.

Extend grace and generosity.

Be available if they need help, but don’t assume they need it if they don’t ask.

Trust God.

And finally, the point of all points: God has control of EVERY situation and I don’t.