Last night Michael got home from his business trip to Cleveland.  Since I’m now working I didn’t get to go with him like I did in the fall so I was left here for 4 days (3 nights – I really just count nights ’cause they’re the worst!).  But I didn’t publicize the fact that I was going to be here alone in order to protect myself from the crazies. I really can’t stand it when he is gone – there have been two other times since we’ve been married that he has had to go on business trips that I couldn’t go on because of work.

The days are fine because I’m a work and I always make sure to have some activities to work on to keep me occupied in the evenings; this time it was my quilt blocks (here and here), one trip Michael got me a season of Bones on dvd to watch while he was gone – (although in hindsight I don’t know if watching scary shows was the best idea).  It’s bedtime that’s the hardest.  I just get scared when it’s dark and quiet and I’m by myself.  I don’t sleep as well and I feel tense.  I don’t know how people who are by themselves at night much more than me for various reasons do it!  I guess you get used to it eventually.

Anyway, back on track for what I really wanted to talk about.  Fear. I’m not really sure why, or what the trigger was, or even if there was a trigger, but for some reason in college I started getting scared at night. I was living in a house with two other girls, and there were times I would be the only one there at night when they would both go home for the weekend and I would stay.  In fact, one summer I lived there alone for three weeks while I worked at a seminar and they were at home for the summer. And during those times I was fine being there at night. I definitely preferred them to be there at night, too, and I was a little more cautious when they were gone, but never really afraid.  Then for some reason, and I have no idea why, I started getting really scared at night, even when they were there.  It got to the point that I was sleeping with a baseball bat in my bed and locking my bedroom door (which I hadn’t done before).  We lived in a quiet neighborhood and there wasn’t any reason for me to be afraid, but I was.

One thing I did was to stop watching so many crime shows (CSI, Law & Order) and I’m sure that helped some.  But the biggest thing that helped were Bible verses.  I found three verses about fear and every night before bed I would read each of them to remind me not to be afraid.  They really helped me.  The little sticky note I made with the verses on it is still stuck in the front of my Bible; I don’t have to read them as often now but when Michael goes out of town I go back to those verses.  If you struggle with fear I hope these verses help you (and if your battle is with something different I hope you’ll find your own list of verses that help you combat that struggle).

Psalm 4:8

“In peace I will both lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, make me to dwell in safety.”


Psalm 56:3-4

“When I am afraid I will put my trust in You.  In God, whose word I praise, in God I have put my trust; I shall not be afraid.  What can mere man do to me?”


Proverbs 3:24-26

“When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.  Do not be afraid of sudden fear nor of the onslaught of the wicked when it comes; for the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being caught.”


Aren’t God’s promises amazing?



  1. They are great verses! (I would be somewhat scared if Joe was gone overnight too).

  2. thank you for sharing these promises from God. they are what i cling to. He loves us too much for us to live in fear!

  3. love that verse from proverbs!

  4. i’m glad you found strength to get though and I hope it helps you while you’re on your own, even though you’re not really all alone. Good luck.

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