Fears

Kind of a depressing topic for the first blog of 2011, but I've been thinking, and it all started New Year's Eve.

I have never enjoyed the thought of leaving our home on New Year's Eve. It's the thought of all the "other people" out on the road that I've always been fearful of. Well this year we were invited to a party at one of our baseball family's home. Since Ky was going to be spending it with friends, we agreed to go. When December 31 arrived, I was secretly hoping Ky's plans would fall through, so we'd have a good reason not to go. I was looking forward to seeing everyone, not just being out on the roads. We did have a good time at the party and loved watching Kev perform Karaoke. We didn't leave until after 1:00, which is the latest I think I've stayed up in YEARS!!! After we made it safely home and Ky was spending the night at her friend's house, you'd think my "fears" would be gone. However, I walk into our closet to discover KJ had nestled up in the laundry that needed to be ironed in our closet. (KJ has a fear of fireworks. Shortly after we got her, we had put her in the backyard one New Year's Eve while we went and did fireworks with friends in the neighborhood. When we got home, she was no longer in the backyard. Somehow she had escaped, although when we called her name, we could hear her bark/whimper. SOMEHOW she managed to get in the backyard of our neighbors behind us. Ever since then, the 4th of July and New Year's Eve, we keep her inside.) So seeing her "nestling" pile, I knew she has fears as well. Then when the phone rings at 3:00 AM, my fear really sets in, especially when I see it's the number of the friend that Ky's staying at--ended up being a call by mistake.

I think I may need to download Max Lucado's new book Fearless to help me understand my fears. What fears do you have?