*This week 10 Camels has been on the road, so we are re-sharing a post from October 2022, when Wednesdays at the Well was just getting started on Facebook.
Thank you for the vivid description of your diving fear. And, thank you for the thoughtful question "What are you most unafraid of?" It will be a useful tool.
I could picture you doing your “practicing “. It made me smile! It reminded me of my fear of heights. Laying on floor or my parents car, crying being afraid. They had stoped halfway across the Windsor bridge. In those days you could do that. It was a kin to small enclosed spaces. That scared me. I almost drowned when I was about 3. I fell into an ice fishing hole that froze into a bugle. I was trying to bust the bubble with my toe. I slipped and fell in. With all the winter clothing on and being so little my 4 year old sister could not help me. Long story, when my sister Rand up the hill into the house and got my mother. When they got to me , I was out of the water and standing on the ice next to the hole. I always say the “ angels helped me out”.
I was helped with my fears thru a family friend who was a healer . He was taught a parapsychology class and was an intuitive. A much longer story. I feel he and I met because I was meant to have him help me. His works in mysterious ways. To me Praying is talking to God. Meditating is Listening to God. I do so enjoy and to you and your messages. Much love.❤️ Cheryl
Thank you for the vivid description of your diving fear. And, thank you for the thoughtful question "What are you most unafraid of?" It will be a useful tool.
When I'm anxious or worried, I've been asking myself this question. It helps.
I could picture you doing your “practicing “. It made me smile! It reminded me of my fear of heights. Laying on floor or my parents car, crying being afraid. They had stoped halfway across the Windsor bridge. In those days you could do that. It was a kin to small enclosed spaces. That scared me. I almost drowned when I was about 3. I fell into an ice fishing hole that froze into a bugle. I was trying to bust the bubble with my toe. I slipped and fell in. With all the winter clothing on and being so little my 4 year old sister could not help me. Long story, when my sister Rand up the hill into the house and got my mother. When they got to me , I was out of the water and standing on the ice next to the hole. I always say the “ angels helped me out”.
I was helped with my fears thru a family friend who was a healer . He was taught a parapsychology class and was an intuitive. A much longer story. I feel he and I met because I was meant to have him help me. His works in mysterious ways. To me Praying is talking to God. Meditating is Listening to God. I do so enjoy and to you and your messages. Much love.❤️ Cheryl
Part two… sorry. About the typos. I thought I them all before posting. XO
Wow! That’s quite a story about falling into the ice. Thank you for sharing it.