I thought I’d be festive on this Throwback Thursday with six days before Christmas. As I share this photo though I am reminded that this is the only photo of me with Santa Claus…with the exception of this one that my sister and I did for our mom three years ago.
The more I look at these photos the more I think on the fear I had as a child of Santa, and how fear, once we’ve overcome it, looks ridiculous in hindsight. We see the irrational level we let fear get to and control us. We see the opportunities we miss out on because of fear and the obstacle we see it as. I missed a ton of years of getting to tell Santa what I wanted for Christmas because I was afraid of his vastness, his bigness, his all-knowing.
And now, as a child of God, the very characteristics that caused me to fear a fictional man in a suit are the things that bring me the greatest comfort. It’s funny how fear has a way in changing us. But it’s all in how we let it control us or exact control over it.