We all fear something. My worst fear is losing my husband. It’s there beneath the surface when I kiss him good-bye in the morning and watch him drive off to work, and it’s there in the evening when I’m waiting for him to walk through the door. He always tells me not to fear such things claiming, “that which you fear most will meet you halfway.”
It’s interesting advice, and it echoed in my mind while I was reading Lisa Tucker’s The Winters in Bloom, about a couple who’s worst fear comes true when their son is kidnapped from their backyard in broad daylight. This book reminded me to be careful what I fear because it might just come true.
What’s your worst fear?