I was actually a fearful child. I hated being startled. I still have to be very careful about what I read or watch. I hate being afraid. Of course, fear can manifest itself in so many ways. For example, after our son died, I became fearful of losing other loved ones.
Well, today I realized another fear. When we were about to leave the rink this morning, I noticed that I’d forgotten my snack. I usually bring one for the long drive home, but I needed one even more today because we had a stop to make first. Suddenly I felt afraid of being hungry. “Oh no, what am I going to do? I’m not going to be able to eat for at least another hour or two. I’m going to be so hungry. I’ll feel horrible by the time we get home.” The stress, anxiety, and fear were building. Realizing what was going on, I stopped the thought process and began to take it captive to Christ. The truth was, I had money to purchase a snack while we were out. I didn’t need to wait till I got home. Relief. Sigh.
I do wish I knew where this fear of being hungry comes from. I need to relax and trust the Lord to provide.