Fear and earthly securities.

When I was a little person, over time fear became a bedside table of loneliness and seclusion. The weird part is that I surrounded by people a lot of the time. Within five feet of me, ten feet, “in the house”.

So to speak.

The problem was when I did, speak, very few actually heard. What years later proved after moves and pushes and shoves of words and feelings, that they were trying to be heard too.

The chaos at time, unbearable. Learning that at the end of the day, we honestly begin the day by trying our best to listen. Hoping, at the end of the day, that maybe, just maybe, we heard a little about their hurts.

Hurt can run very, very deep. I doubt anyone of us come out of the fear unscathed.

The problem? The predatory provocateur is very good at making another blink first. Resulting in the great unravel. Smooth operators are usually good with the poker faces while those dying inside decide to give the poker face a try. With regret.

What this dance of push and shove can do is make meaningful connection near to impossible.

Impossible.

The attachment factor becomes the twisted rope we strangle ourselves with time and again. Fatefully there may come a time we just do not care anymore.

Enter.

The one who does listen. Thank God. Used to be that talking to oneself made them look like they may be crazy. Not so, if the being on the other end of your cries for help is Him. He never judges. He never judges the moment of fear as a weakness.

He helps pull us through whatever it may be because He is not only a great listener. He is a great hearer and healer.

It takes time.

It takes your time.

It takes my time.

One day. It just all comes together in a most wonderful way. Fear is still along for the ride, but it is not the driver of all that is miserable. Letting others into your door of secrets is never for the faint of heart. The trusted ones prove that they are able to handle all that you say, and guide you along with Him to a place of peace within.

This way. The peace that passes understanding can be shared.

We should not, but we do rely on earthly securities for our comfort and joy. (pf) We think a buzz of this or that will be what steadies us. (sra). Oh the buzz may feel great in the moment, but the fear creeps back in when the numbness wanes. Wears off.

Leaving the empty feeling of here we go again. Uninvited intruders invade our sense of self worth like it was yesterday. Flimsy foundations of a wink and a disingenuous nod of Hey, I DON’T got you, don’t really got you. I just got you here so you can get me there.

Fear does not have to own. When we finally come to realize there is no room in our lives for fear, is the moment we know He is right beside us in the worst of times. Especially when co-inhabitants of our space do not really hear our cries in the same way we hear our cries.

He. Always does. Thank God.

The rest of the show? Is probably just for show of dramatic license taken at the expense of another’s fear.

Listening skills are absolutely a honed skill borne of caring. Otherwise, what is the point. Annoyances abound for a gagillion reasons—the stupid driver, the annoying fan screaming at the game, the drunk who dumps beer all over your back, the screeching sound of another’s problems in the race car race to the finish line.

Outta my way, outta my way. Take your fears and “shove ‘em.” I have my own problems. Well. Perhaps we oughta just slow down, take a breath and remember when we give the gift of ourself to another—if only for a moment, we give them the gift of knowing they matter greatly.(pf)

We may or may not have any of the answers to their conundrum..Steadfast guidance counselors guide with a quiet and gentle hand. They know and remember we are fragile and know how quickly our fears can cause us to unravel.

Giants enter our lives. Good and bad ones.

He alone is the giant we want to walk with. He is bigger than life. He is bigger than a fear-filled life, that is for certain.

He knows how to handle the smiliest🙃 of bullies. The ones whose true intentions lurk behind the smile they give you and the one they really mean. He has their number, too. Because deep down he knows they have fears too. The only guarantee in life is Him. Who we choose to follow is up to us. With His blessing.

No one agrees on everything all the time. Differences of opinion are what make life interesting. The earthly securities we think run our lives, really can run our lives, if we let them.

There may be security in the numb. There is no security in the dumb. Being dumb and stupid? Happens to the best of us. Rewinding to the thoughts of loneliness and looking for a friend and then taking anything we could get is a lesson in His forgives ness telling us we are ok.

Ambushed feelings of being under the control of another is fear at its worst.

At its worst. Scary.

The best we can do is start the day listening and hope that by the end of the day we heard a person’s struggles and help them look for His solution to the intrudables. Believe you me, their tactics can be catty at best, dicey at worst.

Power in the wrong hands is power in the wrong hands.

Sick and tired of feeling sick and tired? (fb)

Yep. I thought so.

The mansion. The car. The diamonds. The manicures. The make up—all ways to make us feel better. Mask the pain. We think. What they really do is drive a wedge of deception that fear isn’t simmering below the surface ready to blow us up.

It is.

It does.

If the best we can do is a small smile and a wave.

Try it. You may like it. The smallest gesture may just show we heard another and wanted to pass along the peace that passes understanding.