Unbeknown to many, I have a dreadful fear of several, awful things. Those awful things include snakes, ever-sinking deep water (especially with enormous whales in them), and being kidnapped (which is another story). The scariest of all however, is…
Telephones. Well, not so much the telephone, or answering it, but taking the initiative to use the beast is probably my greatest fear of all time. If the task is unavoidable, my pounding heart plunges to the stomach. The mind races for excuses. Hands grow clammy, and all the way down to my toes cringe as I dial the number. In fact, I only have about five people on my ‘fine to call’ list, not including my Mum and Dad.
Slowly though, I am overcoming that fear. My list is starting to expand, and my heart doesn’t pound as loudly when I have to call somebody. I figure that they can’t bite me, and the phone is there to help you, not condemn you. Best of all, God will never leave me to make that call myself! Although phoning Coles might be another matter, telephoning my friends is becoming less and less scary.
Using the telephone is my ‘hard thing’. In other words, it’s the activity that requires me stepping well out of my comfort zone to accomplish. It seems freaky, and it might be as I take that first step of dialling the number, but after I do it, I have no regrets looking back. How ’bout you?
PS: next stop: deep water and snakes.