Fear has the power to paralyze me. We were told at an training that dealt with emergencies that there are three responses to fear: fight, flight, or freeze. I already know that I tend to fall solidly into the third category. I freeze, hoping that the problem will pass me by or solve itself.
When I'm tired, as I am now, my fears tend to compound themselves, gathering speed, strength and mass. They keep me awake at night. They distract me from the tasks at hand. They turn me into my least favorite version of myself: angry, sniping, depressed.
I am trying to add a fourth option for my response to fear: faith. God has watched out for me and my family through various tribulations. He will help us through this as well. Just thinking about putting my trust in Him has lessened the tension in my shoulders. This doesn't mean that I should just sit back and do nothing. It means that no matter what I choose to do, I have a powerful force helping me by giving me the strength to confront my fears.
All will be well.