The Ropes of Fear

2:00 a.m. and the “mind beeper” went off.  LOUD, even though it was only in my head.   Josh ended up awake, too.  When I wake at the time, I just don’t think it is coincidence.  Snuggled up on the couch in the den, Josh asked in a disquieted voice, “Do you have any idea how scared our trio has to be right now?”  (Um, yea, I do.  See, I am prone to anxiety…the kind that feels like there are ropes tightening around the neck.) 

“Honey, I do.  They must be wrought with panic and excitement.  You know, that’s a lethal combo.”  

“I don’t know.  I don’t get scared often.  I can only imagine,” he answered.

We had a great visit in the wee hours of the morning, and we both became more devoted than ever before to pray against fear.  I know this darling girl must be in the throws of anxiety and anticipation over what is to come.

My daughter, Little Mum.

Then reading through Psalms 18, I was reminded of the Lord’s greatness to save in the midst of the throws of death, fear, defeat...  His power, his love, his faithfulness, and his rescue is great.  We are praying the latter part of that Psalm for our children.  We pray that the Lord will, “reach down from on high and take hold of these children and draw them out of the deep waters.  That he would rescue them from their powerful enemy, from their foes, who are too strong for them…that the Lord would be their support and take bring them to a spacious place.  That He would rescue them because he delights in them.”  What a testimony to His glory that will be.

We covet your prayers.