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Fear is an insidious thing. Sometimes it can be subtle, creeping up on us unawares. Or it can be an ‘in-your-face’ experience, something frightening we’ve faced and somehow never seem to be able to forget.

Or, it can be completely senseless, based on nothing more than our fanciful minds.

 “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”         2 Timothy 1:7 [NKJV]

 Very few people know this, and I hate to admit it, but I am afraid of the dark. It’s silly, but true. Nyctophobia, it’s called. I think I can pinpoint exactly when it all started.

I was probably six or seven years old, and my family was visiting my aunt on her farm in Corning, New York for Thanksgiving.

Aunt Ina had this huge, old farm house, maybe three stories, with lots of nooks and crannies for us kids to play in.

There was also a dark, poorly-lit basement. And therein waited my phobia. I was sent down there to bring up some canned goods for my aunt. The light was on a pull-chain, at the foot of the stairs.

The basement also boasted the home’s monstrous coal furnace, with a million black arms jutting out of it.

I got down there okay, got the jars of vegetables, headed back up the stairs, pulled the chain and turned out the light. I could see nothing but a sliver of light under the door at the top of the stairs.

Then that furnace came on, a little girl’s imagination went wild, and unreasonable fear kicked in. And stayed.

Though I’ve learned to control this fear over the years, there are still those rare times I cannot leave a dark room behind me without some of that old terror creeping up on me.

Add to that, in my later years, I’ve grown night-blind. If I go outside after dark, I MUST have a light on.

Oh, yeah, I have a little black dog. I cannot see him when I take him out at night.

But, whenever I feel the enemy try to rouse that latent fear, I remember God is not the author of fear, as Paul wrote to Timothy in the verse above, but of power, and of love.

Father God, help us to remember that our fears, real or imagined, are not from You. That You intend nothing but good for us and not to harm or frighten us. Amen

Peg Phifer About Peg Phifer

Multi-published author Peggy Blann Phifer writes a mixture of contemporary women’s fiction with three parts suspense, three parts mystery, and four parts romance, stirred up with a sprinkling of humor. Peg believes God has a sense of humor and that He intended to place laughter into our lives no matter our circumstances. Read more on her website.


  1. Tina Dorward says:

    Enjoyed your post Peg. I liked the reminder that our fears are not from God. We have a black dog too and he is definitely hard to see at night!

  2. Thanks, Tina. My little guy is part Border Collie, but he has short legs and a tail that curls up over his back, like a Pomeranian. And the underside of his tail is white. So if he’s walking away from me (he’s always on a leash at night) I can see him, sort of =)

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