Called Out of Darkness – Part II

My fears expanded their territory in my mind – fearful of going anywhere, fearful of closed in places, fearful of wide open spaces, fearful in crowds, fearful of death, and all were accompanied by anxiety.

Warrior or Worrier?

The bread is in the oven, the lentil soup is almost ready, the table is set. O, I still have so much to do, and there sits Mary at the feet of Jesus.  She is so irritating!  She fussed and fumed.  Doesn’t she know Lazarus could entertain Jesus?  She should be helping me! 

Fear and Anxiety

I was vaguely aware of a very distant-sounding high-pitched noise.  The siren.  I struggled  to concentrate on the faint sound, to go toward it, but everything was black.  Yet, in my unconscious state, I knew if I could get to that sound, I would be okay.   But the thick darkness swirled in.