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Tuesday, 06 March 2012 09:00

I'm a Worrier...

I'm a worrier.  I even have 'worry' as one of my keywords - on the right side of the blog, you can click on 'worry' and come up with all of the blog posts in which I was expressing some sort of fear.

I remember waiting by the window when an expected guest was due to arrive and imagining their violent deaths when they were late.  They MUST be in trouble, if they're not here yet!

When it would storm, I would settle into the bathtub with a blanket, a few pillows, and a good book - although I probably was never able to focus enough to actually READ it.

I remember one night I was certain I heard 'someone' sneak down the stairs and stand just outside my bedroom door.  I finally worked up enough panic to scream at the top of my lungs and when no one answered, I assumed it was a killer who had already done in my parents upstairs.  I grabbed my 'trusty kickstand' (an old bicycle kickstand that I kept next to my bed in case of an intruder... yes, I did that...), and swung open the door.  There was no one there.  I also discovered that my parents were safe in their bed upstairs and were quite annoyed when I came barging in yelling at them to see if they were alive.

The intruder had turned out to be my dad who had walked down one section of stairs, and then back up again after checking that my shoes were at the door and I had made it safely home - see, I got it from somewhere.

My husband's family, on the other hand, was much more laid back.  And I wish for my children that they don't live in fear like I have.  I pray that if they ever choose not to go to travel to a war-ravaged country, or not to climb mountains or live in a desert or jungle that it is not because of fear.

I pray that fear is never what holds them back.

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