There we were, in bliss after a long steep hike up a mountain.
Basking in the warm sun, soaking up each others bliss and laughing at our pups play in a mound of snow.
I went from feeling extreme joy, to extreme fear while we began our hike back down. Budd knelt down and grabbed Molly Ringwald by her harness, and told me to be quiet. I scanned below and saw it—a huge bear.
Each time we go camping, I have a crippling fear of encountering a bear. I need y’all to understand, I have three intense fears: heights, the dark and BEARS. It may have been the movie ‘The Edge’ that crippled me for life with the bear thing, but either way I can’t help but get a wash of panic when I think of them.
So I picked up Steve Mcqueen and Budd calmly told me to follow him as we scaled down the other side of the mountain. As we got down a bit farther, Budd pulled out his gun and got it ready. Praying to God to keep us safe, we made it down and past the bear without it seeing us. Sweating and shaking so hard, I am needless to say back at the cabin and recovering from the panic attack.
All I know is that I thank God for my alert and protective husband, thankful for him having his gun and thankful that we were far up enough to see the bear before he saw us.
Most people will say “ah, bears won’t attack you and there’s nothing to be scared about.” Perhaps. But, when you are afraid of something y’all the best thing I can suggest is prayer. Prayer kept me level headed through that situation, that would have otherwise absolutely kicked my anxiety’s butt without it.
I don’t care if bears scare you or not, we all fear something. The power of prayer is undeniable and I recommend it for anything you may struggle with. ❤️🙏🏻