Entomophobic

This is a picture of my hero, Tracey.

My name is Hope.  I am an entomophobic.  I personally know what the phrase, “that makes my flesh crawl”,  means and what it feels like.  Yesterday I was talking with Rachel in her office and then had to walk to my office.  In between is Tracey’s office.  There, I stopped dead in my tracks, as my eye caught sight of the biggest centipede in the world on the ceiling that I would have to walk under.  After freezing for a moment, I made a beeline for my office and felt the crawling flesh on my arms as I yelled for Tracey.  She came to my rescue while I was hiding in my office facing away from the creature.  She took care of it and become my hero. 

Tonight in our First Place 4 Health Bible study we looked at, and talked about, how God is our refuge and our protector.  God is our true hero.  

Psalm 62: 8 says, “My help and glory are in God —granite-strength and safe-harbor-God— So trust him absolutely, people; lay your lives on the line for him. God is your refuge.” 

Often, if not always,  God comes to us to rescue us, help us, and guard us in the form of people - those in our small groups, our co-workers, our friends, our spouses and significant others, our family - who show up as “angels” when needed.  Being single and living far away from family, I’m not sure what I’d do without the small groups I’m in, without my co-workers, church family and friends.  They buoy me up. They have my back.  They make me laugh and dry my tears when I cry.

Thank you, Tracey, for being my hero, for not making fun of me for this “irrational fear” as the dictionary calls it, and for saving me  Thank you to all those who stand beside me.  May I always be there for you when you need someone to stand beside you - well - unless there is a centipede within eyesight.