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They're black, they're brown, they're up, they're down.
They're in, they're out, they're all about.
They're far, they're near, they're gone, they're here.
They're quick and slick, they're insincere.
Beware.  Beware.  Be a very wary bear.
~ Heffalumps and Woozles song, Winnie the Pooh, Disney Studios


👻The Boogeyman.  Watch out for him (and his friends).  This is the season for those "spookies" (as my 3 year old grandson likes to call them).   I'm a pansy.  I've never been one to want to watch a horror flick or go to a haunted house.  I don't actually enjoy being afraid. 

I've always been afraid of spiders though (so much that I even put a cartoon spider here, not a real one). 



👻I remember when I was little, or not so little, when an open closet door kept me from sleeping.  I thought the Abominable Snowman was terrifying.  The Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz, don't get me started.  How about Jaws?  Yeah, I know I'm not the only one.

Then I got older and my fears changed a bit - I was afraid of being the last one picked for the team, or not having a date for prom.  

Out of school I was afraid I wouldn't find the right Christian guy or have enough money, or the right job.  

👻Then when I was full-time adulting, along with the millions of potential hazards that come with being a mom, something that really struck fear into me (and still does) was as simple as raw chicken.  Or whatever the slimy, slithery things are that touch your feet when you're in the ocean.  

There's rarely a time when our world doesn't give us something that could potentially cause fear.  Pooh called them "heffalumps and woozles".

👻 You might need an introduction to the song (which I have made available to you below), but you don't need any introduction to what they are: things that scare us.


Click here to watch Heffalumps and Woozles, Disney Studios

As the lyrics indicate, they come in all shapes and sizes.  They masquerade as this and that.

A Heffalump or Woozle, is very confusal
A Heffalump or Woozle's very sly
sly-sly-sly!

👻Sly, subtle, causing confusion, appearing bigger and badder than you think you can handle.

They come in ones and twoosels, but if they so choosels,
before your eyes you see them multiply
ply-ply-ply!



👻These Heffalumps can be inconsiderate, maybe unappreciative.  Some Woozles take advantage of us, disregard our intentions, and legitimately hurt us.  Winnie the Pooh has a softer name for them, but what the Bible calls them is much more substantial and significant:

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces 
of evil in the heavenly realms." Eph 6:12


👻So BEWARE!  They do want to harm us and cause us to live our lives in fear.   As 1 Peter 5:8 says, "Be alert and of sober mind". 

The Lord told His disciples and us-

"I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me.  Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows.  But take heart, because I have overcome the world."
John 16:33 NLT



I love Jesus.  He knows what we need because He already knows what we are going to face.  He is our Protector, our Counselor, our Friend.  He is for us and wants us to live our best life for Him and with Him.  

👻Be "wary", not weary.  

 Lord, we are sooooo grateful that You are our Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father. You fight for us, intercede for us, love and protect us, and provide for us.  Who do we have to fear?  You remind us, if You are for us, who can be against us?  Keep us in Your loving arms as we anxiously await Your return.  Amen.  








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