Ugh...

It happened today.

My first scorpion sighting since Jared was stung.

I picked up the trash can in the kitchen to empty it and saw the telltale scurry out of the corner of my eye. A closer look revealed a HUGE bark scorpion running across my kitchen tile. Luckily no boys were nearby because I definitely shrieked like a girl.

I ran to grab my tennis shoes (as I was previously barefoot) and grabbed my phone (to call my husband, don't ask me why ... moral support?). Once shoe clad, I raced back to find the intruder - who was hiding under one of the legs of my kitchen table - gross. While Tim talked me through it, I stomped repeatedly on the little sucker, then folded a paper towel several times over to pick it up and flush it down the toilet.

Ugh...

The strength of the emotions that rose up surprised even me. I hate that I am so fearful now. I can't stand to look at them. My heart was racing ... afterward, when as the boys made their way down the stairs, I did the mental check to make sure all human members of my family were wearing shoes ...

"Don't freak out," Tim reminds me.

I know, I know, but I think I will need some more time in prayer on this one. Logic states that I shouldn't be fearful. I know now that even if one of my little guys did get stung again, it would be ok. Every time I feel anything brush against my feet or leg, I get shivers down my spine.

I don't want to pass fear onto my children.

Lord help me.

The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life; (Psalm 121:7)