Calling All Worrywarts…(Part 2 of 5: Help from Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolate)

“Honey, I have a surprise for you!!!”, my husband hollered to me from the other room.  “I’ve booked us on the trip of a lifetime!  We’re going to celebrate our twenty-fifth anniversary in Tortola, in the British Virgin Islands!

He continued, “This resort was just written up in Gourmet magazine.  The owners are gourmet chefs!  We’ll eat delicious food, enjoy beautiful views of that breath-taking water, and finally rest for a whole week!”

Ahhhh, music to my ears.  John couldn’t have told me anything better.  And in the middle of a ferocious February winter, the balmy Caribbean was just what the doctor ordered.

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Off we went.  Great flights to San Juan, Puerto Rico, followed by a smaller-but-not-too-small plane which hovered smoothly over those beautiful waters.  There’s something about that water that flat soothes my soul.  It’s truly one of God’s best creations.

Prior to our departure, we’d received a call from American Airlines telling us our return flight from Tortola to San Juan had been cancelled, but that another airline, Cape Air, had picked us up and would get us back to San Juan.  We wrote down the information, not thinking anything about it….

Until….we landed in Tortola, and there on the tarmac, sat a very petite, and I mean very petite airplane with the lovely words “Cape Air” emblazoned across the side of it.  “Surely,” I said, “that is not the plane to take us back to San Juan?”

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John burst out laughing.  I saw no humor in this whatsoever.  Whatsoever.  Teensy planes don’t entice me at all.  At  all.

Not the best way to start out a romantic getaway, huh?  And guess what?  I kept that visual, of that teensy plane, on my brain all week.  While we did enjoy ourselves and have a great week, I confess that worry over that plane waged wars for real estate in my brain.

“Cape Fear” was a more appropo’ name for that silly thing.  And, sure enough, upon arrival at the airport, things went from bad to worse.

The gate agent who took our ticket was God’s-gift-to-women, or so he thought.  Same guy took us out onto the tarmac.  Same guy loaded our luggage into the belly of the plane.  Same guy sized us up, literally, placing us in strategic seats on the plane to balance the weight.  There were only eight of us, total.

Worse, the very same guy posed the question, “Which of you would like to be my co-pilot????” Are you kidding me?

bigstock-Two-airline-pilot-wearing-unif-42700846Even worse (could it be??), GUESS WHO VOLUNTEERED???  Yep, none other than my husband.  If looks could kill, he’d have been smote on the spot.

 I was so consumed with fear, I couldn’t possibly enjoy the flight back.  To add fuel to the fire, the very self-confident pilot kept turning around facing us and talking to us. I sooooo wanted to say, “Buddy, turn around, face the windshield and fly this plane!” Especially given my husband, our co-pilot, had never flown a plane.

So here’s my confession:  I have struggled with fear for as long as I can remember.  How ‘bout you?

Good news!  We will seek help from a fun author, along with empowering Scripture, and eat some chocolate on this journey…

Imagine my delight upon the discovery of a wonderful book.  It grabbed my attention for two reasons:  1 – It deals with fear and 2 – It has something to do with chocolate!  Debora M. Coty authored Fear, Faith and a Fistful of Chocolate—Wit and Wisdom for Sidestepping Life’s Worries.

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Debora says, “Welcome to the sisterhood of worrywarts!”  She adds, “I wrote Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolate because it’s time we treat fear like the unwanted gift it is and exchange it at heaven’s customer service desk for something we can really use:  power, love, and self-discipline.”

“The hope-filled news is there’s something more powerful than fear.  Someone, actually, who can break the hold fear has over us.”

She reminds us of Psalm 34:4 that says, “I sought the Lord, and He answered me, and delivered me from all my fears.” (NASB)

Debora equips the reader with numerous Scriptures such as the above and each chapter has discussion questions she dubs, “More Pluck, Less Chicken”.  Her gift of humor is just the release we worrywarts need. For starters, Chapter One is entitled, “I’m a lean, mean, frightened machine…”

bigstock-Worried-Woman-15468278Over the next few weeks we’ll tackle fear of all kinds.   I’ve about worn this little book out.  I showed it to my buddy Liz recently and she noticed its’ pretty little pink-with-white-polka-dotted-pages.  Not only is it helpful in many ways, it’s very cute.

Another favorite chapter happens to be identical to a sign hanging in our kitchen:  “Fear Not Tomorrow…God’s Already There.”  Deborah talks about our need to put on the Shield of Faith, with perseverance.  The verse that talks about the Shield of Faith (from putting on the Armor of God) is a powerful visual. Ephesians 6:16 says, “..take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.”

Debora tackles tough subjects such as what to do when unforeseen trauma occurs.  She has a friend named Elizabeth who suffered a stroke and is dealing with living a “new normal”.  She gives us readers several suggestions you won’t want to miss.

It’s a very humbling portrait that will help your outlook on life.  So as not to give away her tidbits, (ceratin you’ll want to read this book!), allow me to give you a favorite quote from this section:  “Depend on God’s grace to calm your fears.  Keep your mind active and your spirit growing—that’s the key to hope and a positive outlook.”

IMG_0518Deborah also steps on my toes a tad and I suspect she will with you as well.  (That’s a good thing tho’!)  Look at this:  “Fear is really a control issue.” Hope you can hear me groaning on that one.  Any control freaks out there?!!!

She points out, “…being in control is just an illusion.  We’ve never been in control.  And we never will be.”  Why?  Because  God is Sovereign.  He is in control.  Period.  I hope I hear a sigh of relief coming from every single one of you!

Debora gives us a great quote by Elisabeth Elliott on “gripping too tightly to control:  Today is mine. Tomorrow is none of my business.  If I peer anxiously into the fog of the future, I will strain my spiritual eyes so that I will not see clearly what is required of me now.”  In other words, we are in no way glorifying God with fretful minds.

Good news:  There’s plenty more great tips and Scripture I’ll be sharing with you in the next posts to help us cope with fear.  You’ll love this book!

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This week’s chocolate recommendation (Well, Debora says, “a fistful of chocolate” in her book title!!!) comes from a fabulous discovery my friend Elizabeth Jeffries found at The Fresh Market.  She gave it to me while we were solving the world’s problems at Starbucks last week:  Try the Dark Chocolate with Sea Salt and Almonds from the Endangered Species series.  Mouth watering…

‘Til next time!

Meanwhile, cling to Deuteronomy 31:8, “Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord will personally go ahead of you.  He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you.” (NLT)

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3 responses to “Calling All Worrywarts…(Part 2 of 5: Help from Fear, Faith, and a Fistful of Chocolate)

  1. griperang

    I am new to your blog and have to say I really enjoyed it. Thank you

  2. deboracoty

    Oh, my – I just adore your wee tiny plane story, Elizabeth! Wish I’d had it for my book! Better yet, YOU should consider writing a book … you’ve sure got the chops! Keep up the great blog, girlfriend.

  3. Shirley Garwood

    Loved this one! Sure it fits most of us. Keep up the great blogs!!