Brains are fascinating. If I had a do-over in life, I’d be a brain surgeon.

I love how it works. Most of it is a mystery to even the most knowledgeable brain experts.

For example, most of our serotonin (a brain transmitter) is found in the gut. Some sources say 80 percent. Others say up to 95 percent.

One of serotonin’s main functions is it makes you happy.

People do think with their pelvic regions.

Another thing I find fascinating is the imagination. We all have one. And depending on how we use it determines a lot of why our life turns out like it does.

Sunday night, my youngest child’s imagination got the better of her. She decided there were creatures in the walls in her bedroom, creatures that would eat her. She worked herself up into so much fear that she was crying and had to almost be prodded physically to go to her room.

She hadn’t seen a scary movie or show. She hadn’t read a scary book. I have no idea where these creatures came from.

Since she is almost nine I talked to her. I explained to her why it was impossible. I gave her valid reasons why this fear made no sense. If there were creatures, I told her, they’d be so small she could kick them in the head. Or, they’d be so emaciated because I knew they hadn’t eaten anyone for over five years.

I don’t like to see my kids consumed with fear so I made sure she understood why she didn’t have to hold onto the fear  (and then before I left the girls’ room I told the creatures they could eat the skinny one).

OK, maybe my approach isn’t typical but there are creatures somewhere in the world that eat people. I wasn’t going to dismiss the idea of creatures, just that they aren’t in our house. What I addressed was her fear. Her fear was what was crippling her. When fear takes us over, we are immobilized emotionally.

A lot of grownups do this all the time. In fact, it is where everyone in this world (and the world system) tells us to live. If we aren’t worrying, we think we aren’t being responsible or loving. Depending on who you talk to, others will find you odd if you aren’t worrying about something.

Sometimes when I’m writing my column I read the titles of the ones I’ve written over the last several months. I don’t want to say the same things all the time (sometimes it feels like I do). Back in May I wrote about the imagination muscle, encouraging it to grow over the summer.

I guess my plan worked (and by the way my daughter conquered her fear. I am so proud of her).

Monday morning I was reading in the book of Numbers. The Israelites were on the edge of the promised land. Moses sent out spies to report back on the living conditions and the occupants.

All but two came back telling the people it was impossible to take the promised land.

The people listened to these naysayers, said they would die in the wilderness.

And that’s what happened. It isn’t what God wanted. He led them out of slavery to give them the land that had been promised to them for centuries. They let fear decide their future rather than God.

What’s deciding your future?

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