I’m Scared
Generally, I’m about as fearless as they come. There is very little I’m afraid of, and I have quite the adventurous spirit – making me a bit of a “daredevil” at times. I’m just wired that way, and it’s certainly made for interesting experiences in life (with hopefully many more to come).
However, I have to admit something. I’m scared. I’m actually scared…of grief.
You’re probably thinking…why now? After nearly 7 months as a widow, she’s just now figuring out she’s scared of grief? What’s to be scared of? She’s already survived 7 months.
Actually, I’ve been scared of it all along. I’m just admitting it now. It’s really hard to explain, and I’ve been trying to sort out my feelings over this, hence the blog post about it. Like everything else along this journey, I find it makes more sense to me (even if to nobody else) if I write about it. So, here I am…
Honestly, I’m scared of the unknowns of grief. I’m scared of the peaks and valleys. I’m scared of the waves that come out of nowhere and try to “carry me out to sea”. I’m scared of losing control over my emotions (it’s happened a couple of times already) – especially in places not conducive to such an “event”. I’m scared of people getting tired of my grieving, thereby losing my support system. I’m scared of forgetting something important (my mind is still very muddled these days). I’m scared of not having a shoulder to cry on when I need it most. I’m just plain scared.
I know the “Christianese” responses to the above. I know what the Bible says about fear. I especially know the part about there being no fear in love, and God’s love casts out fear. I know that I need to just leave this at the Lord’s throne for Him to deal with. I know all of these things, but right now…knowing them and living them out are two entirely different things.
Entering this season of Advent and Christmas is very emotional for me. Very, very emotional. This makes my grief fears all the more prevalent. I don’t know all the answers for what this next month holds, but I know the One that does. I’m desperately clinging to Him now. I don’t want to be scared anymore.