I have a confession to make.
I killed a spider with a notepad on my desk near my computer yesterday. The confession is that the notepad is still sitting on top of the crushed spider because I’m too scared to move it. What if it’s still alive? Or worse yet, what if it’s not there, meaning it somehow escaped its doom, and is now crawling around somewhere even worse, like my bed?
I don’t just hate spiders; I’m terrified of them. This might make my future endeavors in ministry difficult if I am in Africa someday and a giant tarantula makes its way anywhere near me. I’m not sure what I would do and/or say, but I’m pretty sure it won’t exactly be God-honoring.
How does one conquer arachnophobia?