There are parts of mountain climbing I love and there are parts of it I fear. That's why I climb. The love part is easy. The fear part is complicated. I don't like heights and steep mountain faces bring that out. I know the feeling of severe vertical exposure. Shaky legs, dizziness, and nausea usually show up. And the terror can take over my mind, if I let it. I pull inside myself. I focus on each step. I think of all the children I know fighting cancer and those who are gone. I think of what they've suffered. This helps, but doesn't extinguish it completely. Sometimes I enjoy the summit more after I'm safely down the mountain. Fear is a powerful emotion.
Much of the fear I learned concerned God and the spiritual world. Fear of not having enough faith. Fear of "opening the door to Satan " whether by accident or willingly. Fear of not reading my Bible enough. Fear of not praying enough. Fear of trusting or not trusting. Fear of letting my guard down. Fear of not repenting enough. Fear that I might be crazy. And in that "ah ha" instant I found out, I am not crazy. There is nothing wrong with me.
God gave me coping skills to keep me strong when I needed to be strong. But now I can let go. I need to learn to trust Him. Acceptance is huge. And when that fear overwhelms me, I allow myself to feel it. I acknowledge it by giving it a nod, but I don't fear the fear. Then I smile, because I know deep inside I'm ok. I am loved by my Creator. He wants me. He's with me...always.