Fear Management

Month 3…There were so many reasons why I was afraid of Emily going on this trip, why I still am afraid…the usual Mom issues. I’m afraid she will get sick. I keep warning her to stay hydrated. I think about parasites, bad water, diseases like Malaria or typhoid. I’m afraid she will get in an accident…the buses get so close to the edge of curvy mountain roads and small unknown airline companies are prevalent in many countries…the planes are old used ones with mechanical problems. I’m afraid of security issues, that someone will bother her…I guess I’ve seen too many movies like “Taken”. I’m afraid of many things. I knew when she left that there would be times that we would not be able to communicate with her when the internet is not available. She told me to expect it. But, I hate being cut off. When I don’t hear from her in an email or a text or a facebook message, I worry until I hear something…which can be a long time. It’s hard not to be irrational and let my imagination run away with scary scenarios. I’ve had many nights of poor sleep and worry.

It’s now month 6…I’ve learned some lessons. I’ve learned to remember the time God confirmed to my heart in Guatemala as I watched her with the children in the orphanage…that she needs to go, that I can’t get in the way of what she believes God is leading her to do. I can’t interrupt what God is doing in her heart…so when my fears rise up, I’ve learned to remember that moment. I’ve learned to pray every time I start worrying. I thought my prayer life was strong from all the practice I’d had raising children, being a wife, balancing work and home…. but at least I knew where everyone was and I could communicate with them. The World Race has challenged my prayer life like nothing else. It helps me take my worries to God who gives perspective to me. He is with her and me simultaneously. He can answer our prayers and calm our fears simultaneously. I’ve learned to recognize when my fears are creeping in….see the red flags, and give my burden sooner to God rather than letting my feelings get carried away. There’s nothing I can do anyway. It’s hard to admit that I have a control issue, and it’s hard to accept when I am completely out of control. By that I mean when I can’t see or talk to my family, and know that they are well, and be able to do things to meet their needs, then I feel out of my element and my world is not right. But on the upside, it forces me to depend on God instead of myself, and causes my faith to grow.

I struggle the most on the travel days….when Emily is transitioning from country to country, so we are out of touch for several days at a time. I imagine all kinds of problems. But, it’s sweet when I hear from her. I also struggle when internet is very limited. Skype calls and internet capability are huge blessings during the WR, so when these are cut off, it’s not easy. Receiving her blogs is a daily anticipation, and it’s always a letdown when several days go by with no news. But, it’s what I expect….and keeping my expectations realistic is important. Emily is good about telling us what to expect, and she makes herself available online as often as possible, so it’s a challenge to manage my expectations. I get spoiled during the good months of great communication….then I have to adjust during the slow months.

I’ve learned that trusting God is a day to day process…