I hate the dark. I repeat, I HATE the dark. Irrational? Completely. A very real fear? Totally.
I am home alone tonight because my roommates all got a head start on SB09. So here I am, with all the lights in the house on, locked in my room with my big mag lite flashlight (thank you Daddy!) right next to my bed and my phone (with 911 handy) clinched in my hand.
Here's the problem: I have to go to the bathroom....which implies I must leave the safety and confines of my room to walk the 2 feet to the bathroom---but you never know what/who could be lurking there! No thank you.
Here's the next problem: I was almost asleep when I was awakened by a helicopter noise (what is it with helicopters this semester?). I look outside and there is definitely a helicopter shining its light down looking for something/someone within about a mile radius of my house. Oh my.
When I was little, I thought my fear of the dark was a phase I would grow out of....but its appearing this phase is lasting a while. Nonetheless, here is the Bible verse I'm looking at right now:
2 Timothy 1:7
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.
As comforting as that verse is to my fearful heart (and frazzled nerves), I don't think it will do anything to ease my bladder pains. And as much strength as that verse offers, it isn't quite enough to convince me to walk to the bathroom.
Its going to be a long night.