When I was a teenager, I had a reoccurring dream. My brothers and I were going to cross an expansive arched pedestrian bridge over a large body of water. It was a gorgeous, warm summer day. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. We were laughing and having fun. We would decide is was a great day for crossing over the lake. Once we made it to the middle of the bridge, everything would change. A storm would come in with dark clouds, heavy rain and fierce winds. Soon the metal side rails of the bridge would bend and break with large sections of the bridge crashing into the water. My brothers and I would hang on as long as we could but eventually we would each fall to our deaths. That was how it seemed to me as I awoke shaken, scared and glad that this was just a dream. It all happened the same way in my dreams, many times, over a period of several months. My brothers and I would be fearful about going on the bridge but with the fine weather, we thought we’d be able to make it across without trouble. I never quite knew why we were so eager to get to the other side of the bridge.
One night, the dream was different. It was the same bridge and I was with my brothers again, but this time the weather was terrible. It was winter, we were in a snow squall, the skies were dark and the winds were wicked. The lake below the bridge was frozen solid. We were afraid but we encouraged each other and thought that at least this time the weather wasn’t going to take us by surprise, we already knew it was awful. We would hold tight to the rails the whole time we were making our way along the bridge. We’d be prepared for the worst. Just like before, as we made it to the middle zone of the bridge, the storm worsened and the bridge started to rip apart. We hung on. A couple sections of the bridge broke apart crashing down, this time breaking through the ice. We tried our best not to fall but our best wasn’t enough, we lost our grip and went down, one by one. We each broke through the ice, but instead of death or waking up out of the dream, we lived. At the time of impact, it was like a protective bubble formed around our bodies. We went through the ice into the water and the bubble allowed us to breathe underwater. We could swim and move whichever way we wanted without any pain or discomfort. We could easily see where we would need to go up through the ice if we wanted to return to the surface. Soon we were doing flips and having a great time. We couldn’t wait to tell our parents about the exciting adventure we had. After that, I never had the dream of the bridge again.
Have you found that your walk with God is sometimes like my dream? We may be asked to go somewhere that scares us. There are risks. We could get hurt or die. The amazing thing is that if we can trust God to be there as we face danger, He will provide a hedge of protection. We may fall, but God has us in His hands. Should we stay on the side where it is safe? Or should we take the chance to face our fears and perhaps experience something amazing and exhilarating that God has in store for us? Trust God when you are fearful. He will never let you down.
Isaiah 41:10 Fear not, for I am with you, be not dismayed for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
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Thank you Keri. I have a big fear of speaking in public. But I know the only way to “get over it” is to “do it”. So I make myself, nervous the whole time. But, each time I am lay speaker, it’s a little better.
You do a great job—and your voice and messages need to be heard😊