Cresting Fear
Photo taken with my Iphone and then processed in Photoshop
Today was an Iphone photo day, as I did not want to take my 5D to Universal Studios. I chose this one because it was the most memorable moment of the day for me. I don’t really like roller coasters. I never have. I think it is approximately 75% fear and 25% my plain dislike of having my head and neck whipped around like a cattail in a summer storm. However, I love my children more than I am afraid of roller coasters, and so I elected to ride this beast today. My family was going, and somewhere in the 45 minute wait in line, I inwardly talked myself into settling into the saddle of the monster. I will always remember something I heard speaker and author Joyce Meyer teach. She was talking about how conquering our fear doesn’t mean we should wait for the absence of fear to do something, but that we should do it afraid. In other words, move out of fear by walking right through it, even if we feel afraid. I like that. It’s not the feelings that will take us out, but how often we let them alter who we are meant to be.
I rode the ride. And I cried. I did. I admit it. My family looked back at me when the ride was over and I was trying so hard to hide the tears that were slipping down my cheeks. Chris laughed gently and held me. He knew I had tried to be brave. I don’t know why I cried. I was afraid, and the anxiety just found an exit in my tears I guess. But, I was glad I rode the ride. I want to know it all. Everything that is mine to know and experience, and I wanted to experience that with my family. I now know that I don’t want to do that again, but it’s okay. I did it. I did it, afraid.
5 Comments
I’m proud of you, momma. I liked having you right behind me, except for at the end when I realized you didn’t like it quite so much as I did. Still, it was better because you were there. Love you.
I can so relate to this post. Fear tends to be an issue of mine and it takes a great deal to just walk through it. I also cry every time I go on a roller coaster 🙂 I am not one for heights or that icky feeling in my stomach. I glad that you have been there, done that, and are not going back 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
“…like a cattail in a summer storm.” Perfect.
I was never a big fan of roller coasters, either. I was my mom’s designated purse holder and would sit and wait from the nearest bench as she went and rode them by herself. I was about 6-7 years old at the time. 🙂
[…] to come soon. It will be a roller coaster week, I am sure. You have probably heard how I feel about those. 🙂 […]
[…] just where I am. I will go, even if I am afraid. As Joyce Meyer so eloquently says, I will “do it afraid”. Maybe that is real courage. Or so I hear, anyway. All I know is my heart tenses up just to type it […]