thunderstorms..

I hate thunderstorms..
I have many childhood memories of hiding in a closet or under my bed
during them.. they always frightened me.
but i'm not sure why..
if maybe it was because my mom didn't like them
or i truly didn't like them....

i feel like many times I allow other peoples fears to become my own
because my mom was afraid of them, i was too?
i mean it makes sense as a child i suppose
you see your mom or dad scared or fearful of something
and then we as children become scared as well..

but i think its high time us "children" become adults and realize our fears
why they exist and if they are something we are truly afraid of
or if we are just mimicking those around us.
even if they are something we are truly afraid of its time to face them
its time to hand them over the God..
i don't want to live in fear, but in freedom.