Fight or Flight?

When confronted with stress, what do you do? Fight or flight? I am a flighter. Always have been. When a situation gets to tough, I take the easy way out. I quit dance when I was 6 because I got bored. In high school, I quit tennis because I didn't like all the time it took after school. By the time I got to college, I didn't join any clubs, sororities or anything else because I was afraid I would quit. Heck, even when I was in labor with Piper, I quit dilating at 6 cm. I think I was so afraid of the whole birthing process that my body sensed it and gave up.

If I have a problem with someone or something, I avoid it. Very rarely do I confront things that are uncomfortable to me. And when I do, I get the cold sweats and my ears turn bright red because my blood pressure is rising to stroke-level numbers. My few but loyal followers probably know this about me just as well as I do. And, I have this very strange defense mechanism. If am worried about something or I don't want to face a problem, I'll start thinking about all sorts of other things. I'll balance my checkbook or decide what I am going to wear for the week. I'll start planning Piper's birthday party that's months away. I'll get obsessed over things I usually don't just to avoid what I need to face head-on.


But, recently I have been faced with a problem that I am fighting for. The Lord has instilled in me a frame of mind I have never had and has also given me strength I didn't know I was capable of. I am holding on with both hands, and I sometimes slip or I lose my grip, but I am hanging on.