I would truly appreciate it if you read this article with compassion, understanding that what I am about to say has been something on my heart for quite a while.

I was recently in the US for a time of ministry and vacation with the family.  Our last ministry stop was in Pigeon Forge, TN.  While pulling out of the pastor’s drive way I heard a scream coming from the backseat.  It was our youngest, Jerome.  I jumped up to see half of my son’s leg gone, meaning I couldn’t see it.  His older sister had folded the seat down on top of his leg and it was pinched between the two backseats.

Suffice to say that it looked a whole lot worse than it was.  After I flipped out I saw that we were talking ‘pinch’ not ‘amputation’.  After the seat was lifted off his leg he was fine.  As in almost every other incident involving our children I way over reacted.  I am in fact, in fear that something terrible is going to happen to one of my children.

I had fooled myself into thinking that my fear was normal because of where we live until a man in Pigeon Forge asked me why I was so over protective of our children?  When he innocently asked this question both Joske and I jumped forward to here what he had to say.  I was convicted! My irrational emotional exposition seeing son’s leg pinched in the seats only confirmed that fear.

Over the years I have had to fight huge anxiety concerning my children’s safety.  Every time the phone rings after hours and I am not with my children I automatically assume that it is bad news concerning one of them.  I am ashamed to tell you that it has almost become a phobia.  I believe it started when I lived in the jungles of eastern Honduras.  Every time I would get a radio call I would run across the village to the radio operators house almost in tears just knowing that it was my mom calling to tell me my father was dead.  My dad suffered for years before his death with numerous diseases.

When my father’s death did come it was almost a relief.  Now I have similar anxiety about my children.  It has gotten better but it is still a demonic stronghold in my life.  My fear has been compounded by living in the highest crime area in our city, having had two kidnapping attempts on my children and the fact that there are extremely poor medical facilities in Bolivia.  If anything were to happen care would be way below par.

All of these things are beside the point.  My confidence must come from God not from my neighborhood or a hospital.  I am writing this letter to you as an appeal for prayer. Not so much for the safety of my children but to lose the fear that something bad is going to happen to them.  I understand that fear draws the devil toward us to exploit our doubt and unbelief.

So I ask you to please pray against the fear I have in this area.  Would you confess that my children are supernaturally protected by the blood of Jesus and that they will never be involved in any kind accident or calamity according to Psalms 91 and that I, Rocky Malloy, would lose all fear concerning my children.

Thank you for your prayers and concern for my family.

Rocky J. Malloy