Scott was barely 1-years-old. There was no other human being in hearing distance of me. As I thought about that, the fear descended until I sat on her couch, clutching Scott, and staring at the floor, afraid to look up and see a danger from which I could not escape and from which no one could save me.
Terrified. Frozen. Until I heard her car pull up and I was able to snap my way out of it.
Tag: sword of the spirit
Conquering Fear
