Earlier this summer, I wrote about my phobia of going to the dentist.  And in that writing, I mentioned Kim’s fear of snakes.

Despite her ophidiophobia, I was really proud of Kim one day, a few weeks back.

While sitting on the deck enjoying a glass of wine, I watched a black king snake about 15 feet away drop from a tree branch next to our deck to the top of the patio canopy, also adjacent to the deck.

I said,“Kim, look,” and pointed towards the snake, expecting the worst.

She looked.

But when she saw the snake, she didn’t freak out.

She didn’t run to the shed to get a hoe or a shovel or run upstairs to get the shotgun.

She sat calmly and observed the snake.

And for the next forty-five minutes, we watched the snake change its mind and go back up the tree branch, then up and down another branch, and eventually down to the grass and disappear.

The most important thing was, the snake remained safe.

Unlike most snakes my wife has encountered in the past.

 

Fear.

It’s about 9 am.

Normally, I would already be at work.

But not today.

Because I just retired.

And like the fear of snakes or going to the dentist,  I am experiencing fear again, this time, retirement fears.

 

I read something recently online, one of those memes that pop up on your social media:

Time is more valuable than money.

You can get more money

But,

You cannot get more time

Don’t waste your time.

I get that. I have lived through that in my past.

 

I remember the times when I went through major changes in my life: career changes, marital changes, financial mistakes, and not worrying about it.

Because I had lots of time.

Midlife, I had to start all over again, building a new career.

Midlife, I had to start all over again, building a marriage and a blended family.

But it was all good.

Because I had time.

And I could make more money. I could get a new job, I could get two jobs, or even three jobs.

I could deliver pizza.

It would all work out.

And it did.

 

But this time, I must admit, I am a bit fearful of the future.

Because this time, it is more about time.

 

I heard a good sermon recently.

It was from the first chapter in Jonah.

You may be familiar with the story of Jonah from childhood, as Jonah ends up in the belly of a big fish.

But before the big fish, Jonah had to reckon with his fear.

God asked Jonah to do something he didn’t want to do because he was afraid.

So instead of going where God wanted to send him, Jonah dipped out and took the next boat in a different direction.

As a result, God hurled a powerful wind at the ship, and the sailors were afraid and wanted to know who could have caused such a storm.

Finally, Jonah said to the sailors, “Pick me up and throw me into the sea,” he replied, “and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you.”

And so, they did, and the sea became calm.

Jonah knew “…throw me into the sea” meant put me into the hands of God.

And he would be safe, and the sailors would be saved.

 

God didn’t ask me to retire.

I just assume it is part of my plan.

And I am not running away from anything as a result of fear.

I guess I am more running towards something I just don’t understand yet.

But I can relate to “throw me into the sea.”

That’s kind of how I feel right now.

Throw me into the sea.

Calm my fears.

Make me safe.

Put me into the hands of God.

And not the belly of a big fish.

And it will all work out.

 

Postscript:

Kim and I spent Labor Day kayaking on the Shenandoah River, taking two vehicles and dropping our kayaks upriver.  We pretty much floated for three hours.  We didn’t have any powerful winds hurled at us, nor heavy seas, or encounter any huge fish. The photo above was at the end, where I locked up our kayaks while we went back to get my truck.  I thought the contrast of the graffiti and the boats was pretty cool.

Urban kayaks.