Fearless adj \’fir-les’\
:free from fear
I wish I was fearless but I’m not. I may even be a wimp sometimes. I’m not afraid of dying. I’m not afraid of heights. Spiders may bother me, but I’m not fearful of them.
I’m however fearful for Finn. I wish I wasn’t but I am.
It just hit me yesterday that I need to be praying about this more often. My weekly lesson was learned yesterday at the playground. So – thanks God 🙂 I was watching Gregory run around with him. And all I kept picturing in my head was awful things. A bloody lip, broken teeth, a fall and a broken arm. I couldn’t enjoy that nice memory because I was so fearful.
I know that I need to let him be a boy. I know those things will happen. I know that I’m being overprotective (and I don’t want to be). But just because I know doesn’t mean I can stop the thoughts. So I need to take the thought captive immediately and not let my mind run with visions.
I’m not supposed to be anxious about anything. Even my quiet time this morning was about peace and how God wants us to have that abundant peace.
So, today in my authentic post – I’m just declaring to be praying about this. And starting the process to rid myself of this anxiety. I know it won’t ever go completely away. But I should be able to have fun playing with Finn at the playground instead of being stressed that something will happen. Because the truth is – it might happen, but why worry?