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Stories of King Road, Episode 2

During these days of needing to connect with each other online, I would love to find ways of sharing stories, specifically stories about King Road people. If you have something to contribute, please contact Pastor Leonard. This week’s installment is by the youngest girl pictured above. (Leonard)

Growing up, my sisters and I used to love watching movies. (Can you recognize us in the pictures above? This is a throwback picture of me and my sisters on our way to Victoria Island. Don’t be fooled, we did not always stand so nicely next to each other.) We would watch everything from Disney movies to the latest chick flicks. “Do you want to build a snowman?” from Frozen to the “Charming Mr. Darcy” from Pride and Prejudice to “I have the bullets!” from Rebel Without a Cause and everything else in-between. We probably spent too much time in front of a television, but we couldn’t help our addiction to a good story.

I remember that we would watch and re-watch the VHS tapes we had. One of those tapes was Veggie Tales: Where’s God When I am Scared. Do you remember that one? There are a couple of different stories in that tape, but the one that has always stood out to me was the one where Jr. Asparagus watches a scary movie. He can’t sleep because he is scared. This is when Bob the Tomato and Larry the Cucumber come and sing a song called “God is Bigger than the Boogie Man.” The song is catchy, it’s relatable and there are small monsters popping out of the dresser (If you do not know this song, I highly recommend watching it. You will be singing it for weeks).

When I was younger, I used this song to get me through scary experiences: the strange noises coming from the garage, the snakes that slithered across the path at Fish Trap Creek, and coming face to face with my Great Uncle’s taxidermized hunting trophies. I would often sing the song “God is Bigger than the Boogie Man” in my head while I walked past the 5-foot-tall black bear frozen ready to attack. My sisters and I would purposefully walk past the many dead animals to prove to each other that we weren’t afraid. Not that I would admit it to them, but I was terrified!

The scary experiences that I face today look a little bit different than when I was younger. Don’t get me wrong, taxidermized animals still send a sinking feeling to my gut. My fears today look more like cancer, losing loved ones, financial instability and, yes, Covid-19. I find that when I focus on the things that scare me now, I spiral down into my anxieties. I find it hard to crawl out from under the pressures of my own fears. Instead of praying and giving my burdens to God daily, I try to carry it on my own, not realizing that it is slowly immobilizing me.

I often forget to give my fears to God. I know that it sounds simple: giving our fears to God. It is, but that doesn’t mean that it is easy. Giving our fears to God, means that we have to give-up control. I am someone that loves to be in control, so-much-so that for me to give control to God, I wait until I am at my breaking point. Why do I do this to myself? I can’t control the cancer that a loved one is facing, I can’t control Covid-19 spreading to the people in my life who I love and who are at risk and I can’t control the fact that I must go on EI.

I can learn a lot from my 10-year-old self. What would happen if I would sing “God is Bigger than the Boogie Man” whenever I am scared…other than getting strange looks from the people around me? How would I deal with my fears if I would remind myself daily that God is bigger than my problems? How would my life look different if I let God take control?

Vanessa (Hein) Warkentin

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