Scrolling back on past blogs, I am reminded that we are here in York, Pennsylvania because we did not allow fear to lead us. Our journey seemingly began back in September 2016, when Chris interviewed but can be traced back to Kayla's moving to Virginia the year prior or even the year prior when we 'lost' a million dollar deal. Poignant times in our lives, we are able to stop and see a crossroads or a north star which led to where we are at this very moment. Whatever the current case, it is also good to look back and see what we have already surpassed and overcome, to give us that little nudge we need to bypass fears once again.
this was my post back in June 2010:
This morning I buried a snake. It was a venomous monstrous python! Actually, it was skinny and maybe measured two feet if it hadn’t been curled in half and squashed. Having discovered it earlier lying in the road in front of our house, I had proceeded to go about my merry way ignoring its existence. But it wouldn’t be ignored. It hovered around the back of my mind like a thorn in my sock. So, I went back outside to investigate. Keeping my distance, I snapped a picture and texted it to a few loved ones. We joked about it for a bit but then I got the notion that I should probably bury it. After all, even a snake deserves a decent burial.
Now, anyone who knows me also knows that I am a little squeamish when it comes to worms and snakes. In fact, I have been known to be terrified of even pictures of snakes! I asked God to help me, grabbed a shovel and armed myself with Philippians 4:13- “I CAN do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.” My neighbor Miss Joy came out to see what I was up to and Mr. Jim rode by on his motor chair. He informed us that it was a king snake-a good snake. “They keep the bad snakes away,” he assured. “Let me know if ya ever find a live one,” he said as he rode away. To which I answered, “Even from your house around the block, you’ll know I found a live one as you’ll definitely hear me!”
Following a simple funeral service complete with a Cross to mark its final resting place, I decided that this deceased serpent needed a name. “Slimy” and “Slick” just didn’t suit him and “Squash” just seemed a little disrespectful. Given the circumstances and listening to that still voice within my heart, I christened it…FEAR. I buried all my Fretful Exhaustive Anxious Restlessness. This morning, I buried FEAR in a shallow grave marked with a Cross. May it rest in peace!