2Tim17

I have a confession to make.

A confession that may surprise you.
Maybe not.

I feared losing my husband.
Not just the we’ll grow old and he’d die first fear.
This was a gripping fear.

The ‘why isn’t he answering his cell phone’ kind. He must surly have been in an accident.
The ‘why does he have to go to North Carolina again. The plane could crash’ kind.
The ‘he’s napping in the chair so peacefully. Is he breathing?’ kind.
Irrational fear.

These things I did. If he didn’t answer his cell phone I would worry. I’d have his funeral planned by the time he called my back.

Seriously.

Last month I went to our church’s ladies retreat.

During one of the sessions I am sure the speaker was speaking directly.to.me. Just me. As in I was the only person in the room.
She was saying the same things I mentioned above.
Getting giggles from the ladies at how funny this irrationality sounded.
While I was shaking my head yes, with tears streaming down my face.
She had been where I was.
She was FREE from the fear.

I went up to her after that session. I thanked her for sharing.
I cried.
We prayed.
I wasn’t going to give in to the fear any more.
Fear IS NOT from God.

Fear is from Satan.

Every time I would worry. Or panic. Or cry over where my husband was Satan was winning.
I am NOT going to let Satan win.

I am here to tell you I FEAR NO MORE!
I can say, since that retreat, I haven’t feared losing The Principal.
I haven’t called him, in tears, because I was so worried.
I haven’t put a mirror under his nose to see if he’s still breathing.

Satan messed with the wrong wife.

Fear No MoreMama Kautzblogging for 1,Faith,overcoming fearI have a confession to make. A confession that may surprise you. Maybe not. I feared losing my husband. Not just the we'll grow old and he'd die first fear. This was a gripping fear. The 'why isn't he answering his cell phone' kind. He must surly have been in an accident. The 'why does he...Where Prepping and Wellness Meet