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My daughter woke early this morning, fearful of mischievous trolls lurking in the dark corners of her room.  The dream clouding her reality she snuggled into me and began challenging her fear with questions.  I wrapped my arms around her sleepy form and listened to my husband meet her doubts with concrete answers.

I have trolls too; horrible, irrational fears.  Why hadn’t I thought to stand in a place of love and support where I could safely question the reality of my trolls?  Instead I throw the covers over my head and hold my fear bottled, its weight heavy inside my heart.

There is no great revelation or endearing anecdote, just the simple acknowledgment in the early morning hours that sometimes you need only a safe place to challenge your fears.

Tagged: Fear