My concept of fear has changed over the years.
When I was a kid, I was afraid of spiders. Their weird and shiny little eyes sealed the deal for me. Fast forward to when I was in junior high, I was scared of my Civics teacher. She was an old woman with the look of death painted all over her resting face. I'd skipped all of her classes.
Now, staring at the ugly giant of a monster snake, I thought that I felt what it really meant to be afraid. I knew I had the blessing of the Angel coursing through my veins --I have six Angelic wings for goodness' sakes-- however, that fact did nothing to diminish the fear that crept into my bones. The flaming hand that I held above my head shook, and for some reason, I could not bring myself to bring it down.
I was frozen in place.
All of my muscles
