I’ve experienced the regret of giving into my fear and letting it sideline me. And I’ve experienced the exhilaration and joy of being terrified but doing something anyway. I much preferred the latter.
The Thrill of Victory
A few years ago, I took my youngest son, Justin, to the local air show. His recent project on Pearl Harbor led to a fascination with all things World War II. So he was excited to examine the B-25 bomber featured at the show. As we walked around the plane and marveled at its features, the roar of the Vietnam era Huey helicopter overhead repeatedly drowned out our conversation.
When Justin realized they were offering rides on the helicopter, he asked if we could go. When he saw how scared I was, he said, “That’s okay, Mom. I know you are scared. We don’t have to do it.”
What’s a terrified mom to do? Looking into his adorable, disappointed face, I resolved that my fear wasn’t going to make him miss out on this opportunity.
So trembling in terror, I climbed aboard the doorless beast, sat on what looked like a cot bolted to the floor, cinched the canvas seat belt that had seen better days, and PRAYED.
As we lifted into the air and my stomach dropped, I recited every scrap of Scripture I knew, sang hymns, and prayed like crazy. Then finally, as the craft turned sharply on its side and the ground zoomed by in a blur out the gaping hole where the door should be, I just had to let the Spirit himself intercede for me with groanings too deep for words (Romans 8:26).
But I’m so glad I did it. Just look at Justin’s face as we prepared for the ride.
The Agony of Regret
A couple months ago, I experienced a very different feeling because I gave in to my fear. I opted not to parasail with Matt and the boys and instead just ride in the boat. As my husband went up alone, I immediately felt the regret of letting the fear win.
So in our upcoming vacation, I am determined to obey God’s call to fear not and focus on him. I will grab hold of the blessings and help he lavishes on me and not look anxiously about letting my imagination run wild with what could happen. I’m scared to death, but I will saddle up anyway.
My Many Opportunities to Saddle Up
With an upcoming trip quickly approaching, I have several opportunities to face one of my biggest fears: falling/heights. If you’ve been reading my blog for very long you have probably seen me mention this phobia in a prior post.
On the horizon are multiple terrifying opportunities to saddle up anyway. These include:
- six airplane flights,
- one helicopter flight,
- and a zip line adventure.
Matt asked me, “If you’re so terrified of these things, why did you agree to do them?” My answer: Because I don’t want to miss out on experiencing these adventures with my boys. God has given me the opportunity to create special and fun memories with them and I don’t want to waste those opportunities.
I’ll report back and let you know how I did. (A little accountability to fellow believers never hurts either!) In the meantime, I’m committing Isaiah 41:10 to memory so God can help me overcome the fear by focusing on his Word.
UPDATE: We’re back and if you don’t want to wait any longer to see how I did, check out part 2.
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