Fears are like . . . From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and thanks for joining me today. I love knowing there’s you and that you are taking a break from the demands of your life to come to Coffee Hour. I pray that today will encourage you forward in your journey, and if you have any fears, that the revelation I’m sharing will cast a light of understanding on them and help you face them. Grab your coffee and come on in! 🙂

We managed to walk at least a mile away from all the kayaking and so I tried to allow the sounds of the waves calm my fears. See, that’s what’s crazy about this, because I love to go to the beach and sit. It’s like the greatest anti-anxiety medicine for me. No matter what is going on in my life, in my head, with my heart, I can sit on the beach, look at the waves, listen to them roar, and be inspired, calmed, relieved and I always leave better than when I came. Looking at them is different than being in them!

As we got to the check-in spot to receive our kayaks, I saw a couple walking up and the girl caught my eye. She was shivering and I thought it was from the cold but as she came closer, I saw that she had a golf-ball sized bump on her head and she was beginning to cry. And no one from the kayak place was even aware that she had had a terrible spill, or they were not doing anything about it, anyway. The guy that was with her led her to the little decking that had been built for people to leave their shoes and leaned her against it so he could look at the goose egg that seemed to be growing from where I was standing.

I had to know what had happened. There was no way in h-e double toothpicks that I was going out in a kayak with the high possibility of it tipping over and no one paying attention! No way! No how! Huh-uh! I walked over to the couple and she was still shivering and full-blown tears were crawling down her face. I asked the first thing that came to my mind: “Are you okay?”

Her husband spoke up for her. “She’s okay.” The glare that she gave him contradicted his answer.

My curiosity got the best of me. “So what happened? Did that happen out there?”

She nodded her head up and down. “We got dumped and the kayak hit me on the head when I was under!”

My mouth fell open, and I stood there. It’s a wonder the bugs that fly around the seaweed didn’t come on in to stay for awhile! What he said next just about sent me back to Joe’s car.

“She doesn’t swim, so I think that made it worse. She freaked out pretty bad.”

She affirmed what he had said. “I never learned how to swim, and the ocean really scares me and now I know why. I will never, ever swim in the ocean!”

All I could do was agree with her. “You should probably get some ice on that bump of hers,” I told her husband. I looked up at her and smiled. “Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep for a while.” I tried to smile and wished them both well.

Now how in the world was I supposed to go out there?

Fearfully,

Evinda

 

 

 

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3 Responses to “Fears are like . . . From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power”

  1. Jan Bachelor says:

    Okay, now I know that the ocean was made for many reasons by God, but I also can be happy admiring it from a large craft or from the shore(even better). I swim, but not thrilled with invading the space of sea creatures. Looking forward to your outcome!

  2. Evelyne Fuerst says:

    I like this blog so significantly, saved to bookmarks .

  3. Thank you! I’m so glad you will be coming back 🙂
    Blessings
    Evinda