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Afraid
Go:
(My brother Dougie, my father Doug and me....in the second grade)
Isaiah 41:10 tells us "Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." My dad taught me this verse during the Cuban Missle Crisis. I was a child in second grade when this monumental event ocurred. Our school did drills where we were taken to fallout shelters. The West Palm Beach airport became a military base and closed to the public. I lived a the end of one of the runways and instead of watching the jets take off I now watched the big C-9 cargo planes fly over my head as we played in the street. Do you know how frightening they look to a small child? My safe world was now a scary place. Every night the news would talk about Communisim and show Russian soldiers marching....and every night for the duration of this threat I dreamed the Communist soldiers marched down my street, came to my house, and took my father with them and I never saw him again. I would wake up screaming in my bed in the middle of the night and my father would come and hold me in his big strong arms and read Isaiah 41:10 from the Bible to me....over and over again until I went to sleep. Many nights he did this more that once. I was afraid. I was afraid of war. I was afraid of losing my father. I was afraid of being taken away from my parents. I was afraid of Communism. Throughout my life I have experience being afraid on many levels....hurricanes, tornados, hang gliding, flying, my children getting sick, death, 9/11, you know the typical fears.....but somewhere in the back of my mind I could always hear my father reading Isaiah to me. Today, at 58 years old whenever I feel that evil demon fear creeping into my heart I turn to Isaiah and read God's word telling me that is here....and he will strengthen me....and I find peace. Do I still experience moments of being afraid....you betcha....I am human.....but I don't dwell upon them. I try not to fear because I know....God, my heavenly Father is holding me....that scared little girl in his arms and keeping me safe.
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