Fear
Our little Will has struggled with fear for as long as he has been able to recognize the concept. It seems he’s always had a thing. Fearing Mommy not coming back, afraid of going potty, afraid of going into rooms alone, fear of being left behind, and most recently a debilitating fear of weather. When I say debilitating, I’m not exaggerating. At the beginning of the school year, he’d come out to the playground during our shared recess time and he’d stand right beside me. When I went inside, he’d move to his teacher’s side. The only way he’d go play and enjoy his friends was if the sky was perfectly blue without a cloud in sight. He was terrified of the possibility of what could be, even when there was no justifiable reason to feel afraid. When it actually would storm, a new form of terror would come over him, and it was all-consuming. I have prayed over him daily. Nightly. And in between. 1 Peter 5:7 was my banner over his life. I begged God to release him from the grips of fear...