Today I’m excited to welcome Carrie Daws as she talks about facing her fears. Read through to the end to find out how you can enter to win a book.
John, one of Jesus’s best friends wrote, “There is no fear in love” (1 John 4:18). Can I tell you one of my deep, dark secrets? For many years, I felt condemnation every time I read that verse.
You see, I was controlled by fear. I was afraid of spiders and beetles and other creepy crawlies. I was afraid of letting friends get too close in case they discover I wasn’t really likeable, and I so feared being out of control that I wouldn’t let anyone know when I was overwhelmed. I was afraid of pain—to the point that I couldn’t do some of the things I wanted to do.
I was positive I didn’t have anything of value to add to conversations, and I couldn’t ask a question because people might think I was stupid. I wouldn’t even make the decision of which movie to watch or place to eat, certain that no one else would like my choice.
I was even afraid to admit what I was reading because of what people might think—whether it was the topic of the book, or something I might not know about the author that would reflect badly on me, or maybe just the judgment that I had little kids I needed to be loving instead of taking the time to read a book.
Fear absolutely reigned in and over my life.
And then came the day when God put His foot down. One by one, He offered me the chance to embrace courage. He started small at first: a spider in the middle of my floor on a day my husband was not available to help. I killed that spider, then asked my young boys to clean it up. Let’s not expect too much bravery all at once.
I began actively listening for conversations where I could insert a thought. Or two. I boldly asked more questions. I even went skydiving, something I’d wanted to do for years but always hesitated because . . . well . . . because it’s skydiving!
This world offers many opportunities to doubt God’s goodness. Our enemy boldly demands we pay attention to him, and far too often we give him far more time and consideration than he deserves. We forget that he is a liar (John 8:44). That he comes to us only to steal and kill and destroy (John 10:10).
And we forget that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him (Romans 8:28). Even in hard situations and difficult circumstances.
In my Embers series, Fire Marshal Cassandra McCarthy is put to the test. Will she trust God or let fear win? Two readers will each win a full set of three novelettes on Kindle! For your chance to win, leave a comment below.
God rewrote Carrie’s dreams to include being an author. With a background in weekly devotions, a mentor and several friends encouraged her to try fiction. The writing monster that she now barely keeps contained was born. Since then, she’s completed several books including her new romantic suspense, the Embers series. To learn more about her books, click here.
Igniting Embers: https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/B0713SWY2V/ref=series_rw_dp_sw
Extinguishing Embers: https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/B0758GV4N1/ref=series_rw_dp_sw
Friday, October 9th
White billows replaced the dark, ominous clouds that still drifted over the tops of the loblolly pine trees along the North Carolina roadside. Inspector Cassandra McCarthy released her breath, knowing the color change meant the firefighters had water on the blaze. Those who were returning to nearby homes at the end of the workday should be safe.
Her phone on the console beside her buzzed with an incoming text message. “On the scene yet?”
Showing her identification card from the Silver Heights Fire Marshal’s office, Cassandra pulled her white Chevy Tahoe around the sheriff’s barricade shutting down the country road to all nonemergency traffic. Stopping in the grass near the last tanker truck, she grabbed her phone and responded to the text. “Just arrived. Beaver Creek and Black Branch Fire Departments both on scene. Flames still visible.”
She knew her boss wouldn’t be satisfied with that answer, but before she could give him more details, she had to get her mind on her job. Her heart ached with memories of today, of the anniversary she should be celebrating. Releasing her seat belt, she grabbed the camera from the passenger seat. She could at least start taking pictures for the report she’d have to file later.
Her phone buzzed again. “Contained? Any woods burning?”