THERE I’d be
sitting, delivering a safety and environment induction for a group of
contractors, usually men, and I’d be struck with what I didn’t want to see: the
flash in a moment, a reminder, that my future wasn’t turning out as I’d have
hoped. That sense of a shattered hope in the moment — a future forlorn — meant the
world to me. That shattered hope was as simple as feeling I’d be single for the
rest of my life. There was no scarier thought at the time.
Today there are
a plethora of scarier thoughts — the loss of my wife, a child, etc.
Notwithstanding
the fact that there are often bigger things to worry about, the concern over my
singleness was probably the biggest crisis of my life. How little did I trust
God! But God knew what I needed and he ultimately provided; I started courting
my soulmate three years to the day my old life ended. Three years of begrudged
though fruitful singleness. About the time I was ready to accept being a single
was about the time God brought my wife-to-be to me.
Still, I will
never forget the extent to the anxiousness I’d feel because of the scare of having
my hopes permanently dashed against the rocks of my identity.
Through every
scare we need a faith big enough to build us over the top of the scare.
Our faith only
needs to be just big enough. It doesn’t need to be ten foot taller.
Having the faith
to overcome the anxiousness of a hope appearing forlorn is not about not
feeling the pain. Anxiousness will cause
pain. There’s no hoping it won’t.
Every scare has
a realness about it that tops us at the top of our game.
***
When anxiety takes its true toll, we are not so much
dissuaded as we are that we missed the alarm bells.
We didn’t anticipate the pivot point that took us on the
journey we are now on. It took us very clearly by surprise. And life should
never be a surprise.
But, the trouble is, life is very often a big and scary
surprise.
If we are to get ourselves out of our own way, then a retreat
of some kind is good.
As soon as we have been solely founded on such a premise, we
are ready to take our admission on something more worthwhile.
© 2015 Steve
Wickham.
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