I don’t know what you tend to do when you are scared, but I tend to freak out.
I am not a “good” scared person, whatever that means.
But I do have one thing I do that helps. I recite Psalm 23 aloud, from memory.
I am not a huge “memorize passages of the Bible” person; I just didn’t grow up that way. But I do find that I have some passages embedded in my head and my heart. Psalm 23 is one of them.
So on the morning I was flying from Iowa to Philadelphia to be with my son after he had undergone emergency surgery the night before, I was scared. A little teary …
And on the short, dark ride to the airport, my husband and I were quiet and tense. But God whispered to me, “Say Psalm 23 … for both of you.”
So with a lump in my throat, and tears streaming down my face, I started in:
“The Lord is my shepherd … I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside the still waters, He restores my soul.
He leads me in right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil.
For you are with me;
Your rod and your staff they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies,
You anoint my head with oil,
My cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever and ever.”
My fear was abated a bit, my panic level dropped.
And both Chuck and I felt held, protected, loved, strengthened … for whatever was ahead of us that day.