Fear has always been one of my primary “default” flesh patterns.
Some of us have heard the wisdom in the words. . . .
“Faith is doing it afraid.”
We went and saw the movie, Gravity, last night.
I can relate, strongly, I might add, to the “fear factor” in this movie. I have my own experience of getting cut loose from all I’ve known, floating untethered into the dark unknown, with this diagnosis. I know I’m not the only one, that has been cut loose. . . a spouse, a loss, a move. . .
How quickly fear moves in, (my health, Bucky’s health, the four girls), like blowing up a ballon, and then my thought life ties it off like a knot, tightly at the bottom. Then the air is pent up and I’m waiting on a slow leak for the fear to dissipate.