This question has a lot of layers. I am frightened of heights. Insanely frightened. I almost started bawling when my dumb date talked me into riding the Rocket at Lagoon years and years ago. And I'm scared of plenty of other superficial things.
But mostly I'm scared of something happening to my kids. I have been having some ridiculous panic attacks or anxiety (or whatever they actually are) at night. And every single time I'm gripped by irrational fear, it has to do with my kids. I always think someone is in my house and that they are after my children. I usually cannot go back to sleep until I visit each of their rooms and make sure they are tucked safely into bed.
I went through a horrible experience as a child and I worry so much about something similar happening to one of my boys. I just want them to be safe and healthy and happy. I know God won't give us more than we can handle, but I struggle with that sometimes when I look back at what I have been through. I lost my baby, Quentin, and I couldn't survive losing another one. It's a scary, scary thing to think about.


