Nobody Touch It, It's Mine
It surprises me how small events can give rise to the greatest of fears. When I was little a neighbor girl told me spiders were poisonous, and if I get bit by a black widow spider, I would have one hour to live. I would die, and my mother would never know what happened to me. Thanks, Carrie, for that little bit of terror.
Today, my biggest fear is having no place to go. When Stephen and I were first told his Aunt Mary wanted us to live in her house when she moved into assisted living, we spent a lot of time cleaning her house and doing minor repairs. After she passed, we were told to leave until further notice. Eventually, the paperwork went through, and here we are. This event has created a fear of unpacking and a fear of changing things. Some part of me is waiting to be told I can't do that, and now I have to leave.
Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and give you help, I will uphold you with my victorious right hand. Isaiah 41: 10