It's kind of weird that I find myself more fearfully-reactive towards bugs than human beings. I wish that I didn't feel fear, but sometimes I do. It must stem from not knowing what might happen. In church, we refer to this as a lack of FAITH!
As I mature, I'm noticing that my compassion for all life-forms is growing. Now don't get me wrong, because I'm not very knowledgeable about various insects, as a defense mechanism I do find it necessary to get them out (by any means necessary). Blame my ignorance for killing the spiders, roaches and unidentified bugs that enter my home. Outdoors: Bugs worry not.
In my mid 20s, I was experiencing fear of failure. I felt trapped in an occupation that I lost respect for, but at that time I saw no easy way out. My problem was that I was scared to take a chance without knowing the outcome. I had become so used to my routine that it was difficult imagining a better one or better yet, taking the risk with creating a new agenda for myself.
I feel born again. I've reached a point in my life where being able to recognize an issue by my willingness to acknowledge it, has helped me learn how to resolve and move on. Fear no longer disables me because I refuse to give it life.
At age 33, I can say with confidence that I know what my real problem in this life has been. It's the fear. The fear that need not exist because I should only have it for GOD.
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