Fear of the Future


A good friend recently faced a life crisis that has now been resolved in an unexpected way. She asked me yesterday, “Would it be a bad thing for me to say that I could get comfortable?  That things are good?”

I pointed that she is so accustomed to living with fear of the future that she has forgotten how to accept and receive the blessings right in front of her. In all my wisdom for others but not myself, I didn’t even see that I’ve been doing the same thing.

Planting Flowers

I didn’t plant any flowers this year.

Due to multiple circumstances, I’ve spent the last several months worried that we were going to lose our house and have to move.

Every time I would see bright annuals somewhere, I would think, Oh, I should put some flowers in. And then I would think, Oh, I can’t. There’s no sense spending money on something we won’t get to enjoy in another month or two.

What I was really thinking, deep where I was afraid to admit it, was, I can’t bear to do anything that will give me more appreciation for where I am. If I dig my hands into the soil, I’ve planted a piece of myself along with each flower. And if we have to move, it will be harder because I’ll be leaving pieces of myself. I won’t be whole anymore. I’m afraid

So other than my reliable daylilies and the now-faded lilacs and peonies, we’ve had no color in our yard this summer—all because I was afraid.

Yesterday we were able to put some things into place that should allow us to stay in our home. So today, I wandered into our backyard so my heart could reclaim the space and soak in the sunshine.

I was struck by the lack of color. Why didn’t I plant flowers? Even if we had to move today, I could have enjoyed some marigolds and petunias for a couple months. And now I am halfway through summer, wondering if there’s any place I can still buy flowers.

I allowed myself to be ruled by my fear of what might happen. Instead of investing a piece of myself and adding visual pleasure to our yard, I withheld the color and pleasure.

I had let fear of a possibility interfere with real and present joy.

Fear Factor

As I walked back into the house, a bit sobered by the realization of yet another way I have let my feelings drive my life, I realized that fear had been a major factor in my sexual refusing and gate-keeping.

When my spirit is agitated, I turn to Psalms and Ecclesiastes—so after I came into the house, I opened my Bible to Ecclesiastes and read; chapter 11 spoke loudly to me today.

I thought about the things I don’t do because of anxiety and anticipation. I thought about the joy and pleasure I have often denied myself because I was planning for the dark days rather than enjoying what I had.

For so many years, I was afraid in my marriage.

I was afraid to trust. What if my husband were to prove untrustworthy?

I was afraid to lose control. If I lost control of myself, who would pull me back together again?

I was afraid of intimacy. If I allowed my husband to truly see me, what if he decided that he didn’t really love or accept me after all?

I was afraid of loving. If I sent out my substance, casting my bread on the waters, and that love were not returned, how would my heart survive?

I kept a careful leash on our sex life for fear of what might come to pass. I was watching the wind and looking at the clouds and not even seeing the sweet light of the sun or the pleasure that color can bring.

What If . . . ?

I hear from many women of their own fears of things large and small. What if . . . I don’t get enough sleep, he doesn’t respond with the tenderness I need today, the kids need me, my fat jiggles, it’s uncomfortable, I’m not enough for him, I gag, he’s only say I’m beautiful because he’s being polite, it doesn’t draw us closer, I start to depend on him, or I lose my sense of who I am?

We fear the worst case scenario.  We fear who we will become if we let go. We fear that we won’t be loved as we want to be. We fear that our husbands have not truly repented of a past sin against us. We fear that if we fully unleash our sexual selves, our husbands will lose the ability to see our hearts and will see only our sexuality.

We live with fear of the future and have forgotten to accept and receive the blessings right in front of us.

Do you allow yourself to plant flowers in your marriage, or do you withhold pleasure out of fear?

So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body . . . Ecclesiastes 11:10a

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6 Comments on “Fear of the Future”

  1. We fear a hurt so deep and a place so dark that suicide seems the only alternative. We fear an emotional connection that puts us at risk for this kind of pain. We seek safety via isolation.
    Then one day God opens our hearts to a sister’s words of encouragement. We dip our toes in the waters of intimacy. We survive it. We dip a bit deeper the next time, and notice the fear diminishing. Soon we begin to enjoy relationship with our spouse and begin to trust God to heal us.
    So begins the journey toward intimacy and away from the shackles of fear.

  2. I need to learn to stop fearing the past. I was the woman who was refused. The great news is, we are finally healing. The bad news is, I no longer initiate sex. My husband would like me to, but I just can’t. I will never turn him down when he initiates, but I don’t initiate anymore. I used to be the one who initiated all the time, and he turned me down more often than not. That’s a hard hurt to get over. There’s a big part of my heart that doesn’t want to risk the rejection. I gave up on sex. I figured he just wasn’t “into” me.

    Since we have been working through our issues and my husband has stopped refusing, our sex life has improved dramatically. But if he wants it he has to come to me. I wish it weren’t that way. I used to be very into initiating, but I’m too afraid of the rejection to even try. Thankfully he understands. He would love for me to initiate again, and maybe someday I will, but for now, the fear of the past is too fresh.

  3. It pains me to see how you must be struggling financially. How incredibly selfless and caring of you to continue to blog for others while you receive no monetary benefit.
    For years I have daydreamed that if I could give up all I have for a wife who merely desires to please me I would make the trade in a heartbeat. Which is really saying something as I sit lonely and aching in my mansion with no financial concerns at all.
    God Bless You!

    1. I am sorry you are hurting and alone in your marriage. I would venture to say that most refusing wives have little understanding of how much heart pain their refusal causes. Comments like yours give us a glimpse into that pain.

      We all have struggles in our lives. God has always taken care of us, and He always will. I cannot say this blog is a selfless undertaking. God has used it to feed my spiritual development. Plus, those ads at the bottom do give me just a little monetary benefit. I love doing what I’m doing.

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