God’s provision often arrives in the most unexpected of ways. The turning point in my journey through fear arrived one summer morning a couple of years after the Great Arachnid Debacle in the church amphitheater. My husband and I were enjoying an early cup of coffee together when outside under the eaves we spied an enormous web. The web was impressive indeed, but the occupant was downright awe-inspiring. It was rust colored and grotesquely plump. We dubbed her ‘Ginormica’ and for several weeks we watched her in repulsed fascination from the safety of our coffee nook.
I was certain that the spider was mocking me. It was a minion sent straight from the bowels of hell no doubt. Sitting in the grass of my church’s outdoor amphitheater that sunny Sunday morning, I was living a nightmare. You see, I am seriously phobic. I was born cursed with a hyper-sensitive ‘spidey sense’ and can spot the little demons a mile away. My senses that morning weren’t just tingling, they were screaming like a symphony of air raid sirens.