I am sure you have seen the cute little icon that says
something about the Bible saying “Do not fear” or something like that 365
times, one for each day of the year. I’m
not sure how many times the Bible actually references the fear we all face, but
I know that’s it’s easier to quote a verse to someone else than it is to take
solace in that promise yourself.
See, I have begun a new adventure in my life, and luckily, I’ve
been blessed to have a trial period at it rather than just diving in, head
first. I am 26 years old, but I have
never been in a position to have to live by myself for a long period of
time. I commuted to school for
university, lived on campus for Bible school, lived in cabins all summer long
and generally go from friends house to friends house on long road trips. I’m not married, have no children, and my
biological family lives over 2000 miles away and for the last two years, I’ve
lived with a co-worker and her husband. But
it’s time for me to “grow up.” What does
growing up even really mean? Well, to
me, in this next stage, I vision it meaning to get out on my own, having to
support myself on my own income, cooking for myself, and becoming more….”domestic”,
if you will.
I have now been in a house alone for one week and boy did it
start off rocky. I arrived home to an
empty house on Saturday afternoon, exhausted from 10 days at camp and
anticipating an empty fridge and warm house.
I had just unloaded groceries and sat down on the couch when a knock
thumped on the front door. Two men stood
outside, looking like slick detectives with badges but just the black pants,
white shirt type of guys. They told me
they had some questions to ask, so I answered their questions the best I could
and had to repeatedly clarify that I had just gotten home from being out of
state and had not been home. After they
finished their questions, I asked if they could tell me what the fuss was
about. The Major Crimes unit of NH State
PD doesn’t just show up to take surveys...
That is when they informed me that a woman, who lived probably a mile
away (only separated by woods), went missing Thursday (June 27th)
and they were looking in the woods that surround the house for clues and
such. Before the day was over, there was
NH Fish & Game up on the corner searching the woods and another cop searching
for a ATV rider that wouldn’t stop for him.
Not to mention I live on a hill, at the dead end of a road, with a half
mile drive way….WELCOME HOME JOY! Day 1,
home alone…..a little eerie.
So for the first few days, if I was home, I barricaded
myself in, locking all doors, making sure windows were closed, and setting the
alarm even if I was home. It was
steaming hot inside the house…think, sauna…..It was literally 95 outside and 92
inside the house. Made me just want to
go outside for a walk, but that was too scary a thought. I messed up in my security though. On Monday, with the alarm set to protect me
inside, I slipped and opened a door on the main floor, setting the alarm on
myself. I ran down stairs and tried to
reset the alarm, but alas, it was too late.
Talk about feeling foolish and embarrassed. The cops were called by the alarm company, so
they came blazing up the hill, lights flashing, two separate cars and I sat on
the front steps waiting for their arrival.
Talk about embarrassing…..My intense fear caused me to be in more
trouble than I ever anticipated.
“The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but for deliverance from fear. It is the storm within that endangers him, not the storm without.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
I explained to the two officers what happened and the reason
why I had barricaded myself in the house….the visit by 3 different officers
already, the fish and game presence, the unknown whereabouts of the missing
woman and assailant. They were
understanding, took my ID, and then said I was free to head back in the
house. I had just closed the door, sat
down on the couch, head in my hands in embarrassment when another knock at the
door. It was the same officers, asking
me to step outside. I obliged and they
asked me if I was alone at the house.
Long story made shorter, one officer was convinced he saw someone in the
house while I was outside talking to them which quite frankly, creeped me out immensely. I told them that no one was invited in there
and to please do a search of the house, as my fear was spiked at the thought
that my worst fear of someone coming inside the house while I was there was
already long gone and I wasn’t alone. So
one officer stood outside with me while the other searched the house and I
nearly…..no no…I did bubble over in total anxiety. The officer found nothing in the house and
reassured me to call 911 if I ever felt scared.
All the officers I met this week were extremely nice and I could tell
they did their job for the right reasons….I was just so over interactions with
officers.
So in the last few days, I’ve done better at not having
interactions with cops, slept great every night, and gotten braver in my own
house. I have balanced the time at home
with cleaning, reading, and walking as well as going out to spend time with
friends or shop. These last two days, I’ve
gotten braver to go out for a walk here on the road and open windows and doors
to get a cross breeze going in the house.
I’ve gotten better at feeding myself and just feel less anxious when
alone. Brave is not a word that I think
anyone would ever use to characterize me, but this week, God has helped me turn
fear into trusting Him. There are
definitely steps to take to be smart, but I need not be enslaved to fear and
anxiety.
I look towards hopefully getting an apartment and I want to
be confident in my ability to live on my own.
I don’t want to live in fear.
This environment I am in, is supposed to be a safe trial run, in that it
is the house I have been living in for the last two years. And I think it will be fine…I just don’t want
to fail. I want to prove that I can do
this…I can grow up…I can live on my own and take care of myself. I can live alone and not fear. I can because I’m not alone….God is always
with me, whether I cling to those promises or not but I am thankful that He
left those promises for me anyway.
“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” Psalm 27:1
Until next time,
In Christ,
JoyLynn
Joy, I have tears in my eyes as I read this. I lived in fear...like, intense debilitating fear....every single day for like 6 months, back in 2010-11. Learning to actively trust GOD with all of my heart and strength and mind was something I knew as a concept, but *totally* new to put into practice. I loved the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote....maybe I can pray for you, and you can pray for me as we battle this same spiritual battle; and be able to encourage each other?
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