On fear...

I'm awake in the middle of the night because I've had a nightmare.

One where I felt helpless.

The fear is a physical thing.  My heartrate is up. My chest is tight. My breath is shallow.

As familiar as  I am with fear, I've never really learned to dissapate it.  I tend to strongarm it.  To push it away.

We can avoid fear by never tripping its boundaries.  By staying safe in the lines. But anytime we try something new, it is there. And sometimes, fear steps inside our boundaries...with the loss of someone we love, with an illness, loss of a job...a nightmare.

I've learned that fear can't always be strongarmed. That sometimes you just have to sit with it and let it be. What if like pain, it helps us to see?  Maybe fear is a revealer of the weakness in us. It gets under our bravado. Reveals the little kid inside.

There is a verse in the Bible that says that "perfect love casts out fear."  Interesting that the anecdote isn't strength or confidence, but love.

Maybe that's why when we are kids we run for the hug after the nightmare. Fear can't survive the presence of love.
© Random Cathy
Maira Gall