Post by And Such Were Some Of You on May 1, 2008 21:54:08 GMT -5
I used to be able to watch scary movies but now I am not able to, not that I am afraid to but just can't sit through them for some reason. A good example is The Lord of the Rings, though that isn't a "scary" movie, the creatures from the middle earth I can no longer look at. LOL I would watch this movie and would discuss with friends the fight between good and evil and how we experience that in everyday life. Then one day all of a sudden I tried to watch it and became sick. I just couldn't do it.
So I understand what you are saying and I believe you will overcome that fear!
While I was sitting under the hair dryer this evening, a thought came to me. When I was about 5 or 6 years old my cousin was giving me a ride home (from my aunts house to my house) on his ten speed bike - u know the one with the really small seat. I believe Ronnie was about 10 years older than me, I cannot really remember now. Anyways, he had me on the seat and of course the both of us could not fit on that small seat. He kept telling me to move back some but if I did I would fall. I can remember him being so angry. I guess he got tired of asking me to move back so he stopped the bike and let me off of the bike. He said that he was going to adjust the seat but he ending up letting me off and leaving me there! I can remember trying to run after him crying but eventually I could no longer see him.
A lady in the neighborhood that he dropped me off in must have heard the crying and she told me to come in. She called my mom and my mom came by cab to get me (that is why it is good to teach your young ones their telephone number).
Another story: I was sent to live with my aunt for good (not too long after that incident). I was about 11 years old and my sisters and I were downtown (Hartford, CT). We had not heard from our mom in a couple of years however we saw her walking towards us. I immediately began to run towards her and when she noticed me she ran the other way.
I remember these stories so well because they were often repeated by the two aunts that I lived with. The first story (the one when I was six) was told as if it was a joke. Everytime they repeated it they would laugh and laugh. The 2nd story was told to remind me that I had a "no good mother" that didnt "want" me. Needless to say these stories stuck in my head and I developed a "fear of being rejected". Even upon salvation, I did not rid myself and therefore my actions reflected one who did not wish to be rejected or who was very needy. God is AWESOME because He showed me, me and was therefore able to obtain my deliverance by allowing the Holy Spirit to work within me.
Fear is very real but not impossible to overcome. I don't laugh at any fear that anyone has because I know from experience how real it is and how it really can consume you. However, greater is HE! And whom the Son sets free is free INDEED!!!
So I understand what you are saying and I believe you will overcome that fear!
While I was sitting under the hair dryer this evening, a thought came to me. When I was about 5 or 6 years old my cousin was giving me a ride home (from my aunts house to my house) on his ten speed bike - u know the one with the really small seat. I believe Ronnie was about 10 years older than me, I cannot really remember now. Anyways, he had me on the seat and of course the both of us could not fit on that small seat. He kept telling me to move back some but if I did I would fall. I can remember him being so angry. I guess he got tired of asking me to move back so he stopped the bike and let me off of the bike. He said that he was going to adjust the seat but he ending up letting me off and leaving me there! I can remember trying to run after him crying but eventually I could no longer see him.
A lady in the neighborhood that he dropped me off in must have heard the crying and she told me to come in. She called my mom and my mom came by cab to get me (that is why it is good to teach your young ones their telephone number).
Another story: I was sent to live with my aunt for good (not too long after that incident). I was about 11 years old and my sisters and I were downtown (Hartford, CT). We had not heard from our mom in a couple of years however we saw her walking towards us. I immediately began to run towards her and when she noticed me she ran the other way.
I remember these stories so well because they were often repeated by the two aunts that I lived with. The first story (the one when I was six) was told as if it was a joke. Everytime they repeated it they would laugh and laugh. The 2nd story was told to remind me that I had a "no good mother" that didnt "want" me. Needless to say these stories stuck in my head and I developed a "fear of being rejected". Even upon salvation, I did not rid myself and therefore my actions reflected one who did not wish to be rejected or who was very needy. God is AWESOME because He showed me, me and was therefore able to obtain my deliverance by allowing the Holy Spirit to work within me.
Fear is very real but not impossible to overcome. I don't laugh at any fear that anyone has because I know from experience how real it is and how it really can consume you. However, greater is HE! And whom the Son sets free is free INDEED!!!
