What do you do with irrational fear?
I know, I know. Not every fear is irrational.
But some of them are.
Ask anyone who has sung in the church choir for a number of years, and they will tell you. I used to have an irrational fear of heights. If I ended up on anything but the bottom row of the choir, I totally felt like I was going to topple right out of the choir loft and into the orchestra pit! I had women who would scramble to find a place for me on that front row, giving up their own seat for me if it came to that.
Once, on a Sunday morning, I wound up just one row shy of being at the very top. I had a panic attack and couldn’t sing. I couldn’t move to run away. I mostly froze. I think I ended up moving my mouth somewhat so that it wasn’t evident except to those near me what was happening. I sure was thankful when we finally got to sit down!
And that was my life.
I didn’t like ladders, hated balconies, avoided looking down on stairwells.
Then one day, I told God that it was an irrational fear, and asked Him to take it away.
I had proof of that over Spring Break last week when my family went to Gatlinburg. For the first time ever, I actually completed a zip line course AND a tree-top ropes course. There was no way I was going to let my family have fun without me!
So here’s my question. Do you have any irrational fears?
I dare you to ask God to take them away.