Another deep breath.
I am not kidding that it took me several minutes just standing there looking into the basement, door open, lights on… breathing.
I actually spoke outloud, “This is silly! Lord, I am scared!”
It’s been days since I’ve stepped foot in here, meaning it’s been days since any laundry has been done. I don’t think hubby will appreciate drying off with a hand towel in the morning.
Deep breath again. By now (since minutes have passed!) I would have seen one buzzing by the light or something. It should be safe.
Fly swatter still in hand, I make my way through with the laundry basket and begin sorting. What’s that sound? Oh, nothing.
The only way I get through the rest of my hurried sorting and toss a load in the washer is by singing over & over Proverbs 18:10 “The name of the Lord is a strong and mighty tower. The righteous run in and are safe.”
Fear literally paralyzes you. At least it did me- my silly fear of yellow jackets in the basement. I am bigger than them. They are probably more afraid of me. But that couldn't move my legs or stop my heart from beating so very fast!
Faith cancels fear- I know this. Faith and fear are mutually exclusive, they cannot live together in the same heart.
I am not afraid, and will do my laundry with courage and faith- AMEN!