She has loved them her whole 4-year-old life. She smiles with pride as she confidently steps on and off. She giggles as we travel up and down. Up and down and up and down.
Today her world changed. At the top of the escalator she froze. Her body gripped with panic and screams.
I don’t know where it came from. Fear.
She pulled away from my hand. She backed away with wild eyes.
The only way to get my sweet daughter on the escalator was to pick her up and take her onboard with me. Then she was happy to be put down and ride to the bottom where she stepped off with no problem. It seems it’s the beginning that is the problem. The launch. The start. The first step.
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Today’s escalator adventures has me thinking.
How does something loved become something feared?
How do I step onto the escalators of life? The travelling into new seasons? The journey to a new level? The jump into the unknown?
I want to be full of excitement. Not fear.
When fears are born they rob your life. And the Body of Christ. And the world.
I have some praying and reflecting to do.
What areas of my life are being affected by fear?
For I am overwhelmed, and you alone know the way I should turn. (Ps 142:3)
O my people, trust in him at all times.
Pour out your heart to him, for God is our refuge. (Ps 62:8)
I command you — be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged.
For the LORD your God is with you wherever you go. (Josh 1:9)