Posts Tagged ‘fear’

I sat down with a photo album this morning to look for a picture for this week’s “glimpse.” It is the very first album I made and shows my marriage and pregnancy and my new little baby. Looking at the pictures vividly brought back the emotions of that time—my wonder, joy, fear.

What an intense time of discovery! It made me remember how hard those first years can be. I wanted to be a good mom more than anything, so I read every book on parenting that I could get my hands on. The “experts” disagreed on almost all points, and the more I read the more I doubted my ability to be the mother I longed to be.

Many people say that things get a lot easier with the third baby, but my third baby came with a twin brother! So my first six years as a mom were difficult, but as I look through the pictures I realize how sweet they were too.

Here is a picture taken during the first year of being a new mom. Has it really been thirteen years?


❤ Rachel


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Here’s a guest post from my dear friend Christine:

When I was twelve years old, my family and I lived in a house that seemed to attract birds. The front porch was unapproachable for all of the mama and papa swallows sweeping down in fearsome attack.  Now that I am also a parent, I admire their ferocity in protecting their young.  Although as a young girl, I had absolutely no appreciation for their aerial raids on my family.  Maybe I watched Hitchcock’s “The Birds” way too soon in life.  All of this to say, my relationship with birds did not start well.


A few years ago, I thought my distaste for this animal would last until the grave. Something changed.  I was given a camera, and in my frenzy of picture taking, I started taking pictures of any and all kinds of birds.  It became a challenge to identify and capture the sparrow, waxwing, nuthatch, or chickadee with my lens.  Somehow I started to appreciate the variety and multitude of this creature.  Heck, I didn’t even mind the swooping (as long as I wasn’t the target!)  Most importantly, these amazing animals were affecting my relationship with God.  Every time I look out my window and see the ever common sparrow, my heart is drawn to the provision and mercy of my heavenly Father. 

Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.” Matthew 10:31

In fear, I could understand but not necessarily appreciate to the same extent Matthew 6:26.

Look at the birds of the air:  they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they?”

  Matthew 6:26

God is merciful and gracious to His children!  I am glad God’s mercy extended to my silly fear of birds and gave me greater reason to praise His holy name! 


To learn more about Christine read my post No Trouble.

See you Thursday!

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I’ve been doing a little research on phobias and it has been quite interesting and sometimes even amusing! A phobia is an intense and unrealistic fear of simple things. I found out that there is even a name for a fear of phobias: phobophobia!

I actually have a couple phobias of my own and thought it was time to come clean. I…(sigh) have a telephone phobia. Now that sounds like I’m afraid of phones, but it’s actually a fear of phoning people. If I have ever phoned you, then know that I have procrastinated for days and that as I punched in your number, my stomach was churning. I know it’s weird, but phobias aren’t known for being logical!

My other phobia is driving. I think that this stems back from some recurring nightmares that I had as a child. I would dream that my brother, sister and I were in our little green car on the steep hill by my grandparents place. The car would start to roll backwards down the hill, gaining momentum every second. I needed to stop the car, but I never did. Obviously the dream reflects how out of control my life felt at the time.

I’ve been pushing myself to drive more frequently, but a simple trip to towns feel like a life or death situation. When you come back from a shopping trip you might think, “Great, the shopping’s done!” while my thoughts are, “Wow, I didn’t die!”

I have found that if I don’t push myself to confront my phobias then I never move past them and they hang over my life like a dark cloud. I have been forcing myself to make phone calls and to drive. I don’t want to live in fear anymore.

So why am I baring my soul and sharing my fears publicly? I feel that when we hide our fears they have power over us, but when we bring them into the open, into the light then much of the fear can be dispelled. And who knows, maybe as I share my own struggles to overcome my fear others will be encouraged to face their own phobias.

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