“For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.” (2 Timothy 1:7, NLT)
Last night I was in our kitchen making a salad. No biggie.
After chopping the tomatoes, I realized I still needed a few leaves of baby spinach for an iron boost. I turned around to the refrigerator, opened the door, and bent down to the open the vegetable-crisper drawer.
All of a sudden, the room started spinning and I became very woozy and disoriented.
“Damn!” I thought. “Another vertigo attack.”
I have had these before, so I knew what to do. Joan helped me to the couch where I laid down and immediately began engaging in the Epley Maneuver. (Here is a helpful little diagram of the Epley Maneuver for those who are unfamiliar with it).
It had been more than a year since my last encounter with the vertigo monster. I have undergone countless neurological tests to determine what causes them. However, the best anyone can come up with is a diagnosis of “Benign Positional Vertigo,” meaning that sometimes, when I assume certain positions, little stones of calcium in my inner ear get dislodged and bring on the impromptu Tilt-A-Whirl.
I stop and do a little Epley-ing and the ride stops. The nausea induced by the spinning lasts much longer, but the spinning itself is usually tamed pretty quickly.
I was distressed because I really thought I was done with these. That is until BOOM! There it came… out of the clear blue sky.
As I lay there with the cold compress on my head, (thank you, sweetheart), I began ticking through the “what ifs”.
- “What if I get a bunch of these back-to-back?”
- “What if this happens while I’m driving… or walking the dogs… or mowing the lawn?”
- “What if this is something more serious than misplaced little calcium stones?”
And then – without missing a beat – I began to strategize a whole new life pattern that would help steer me clear of any vertigo-induced mishaps. I probably shouldn’t drive a car anymore. I should probably wear a football helmet while out walking. Maybe it would be wise to pad all the corners in our house with Styrofoam bumpers!
That’s when I knew I had crossed over… from CAUTIOUS LIVING to FEARFUL LIVING.
It made me wonder if I really knew the difference between the two.
We are certainly in a time now when smart (and compassionate) people engage in cautious living. We stay inside unless absolutely necessary. We keep a safe distance from others if and when we go out. We wear face masks and gloves. We wash our hands with ridiculous frequency.
It is good to be cautious when a highly deadly, highly contagious virus is loose in the land.
But when do we cross over from wise caution to unwise (and we might even call it unfaithful) FEAR?
In these global pandemic time, the line between those two is very fine indeed.
The answer lies there in the word “spirit.” Caution might lead us to do exactly the same things that fear would. Fearful and cautious people both wear facemasks, don’t they? The difference is the SPIRIT with which they put them on.
And maybe – just maybe – we can keep ourselves on this side of the CAUTION/FEAR line by exercising some GRATITUDE. Because you see, when we pause and give thanks for the infinite blessings we still DO have, we are too busy to count up the things we MIGHT NOT HAVE should disaster strike.
I tried it last night after my vertigo attack and it was amazingly effective! I said, “Thank you God, for this Epley person… whoever he or she was.” “Thank you that I have this loving wife by my side to soothe me and bring me a cold washcloth.” “Thank you that I was here in my home when this happened and not out on the highway.” “Thank you that this is really nothing more than misplaced bits of calcium.”
Be cautious, yes. But do not fear.
… but don’t even get me started on that New York Times article about the arrival in this country of those Giant Asian Murder Hornets!!!
Russellings of the Spirit 