So, I need to be going to bed right now (it's 12:30am here), but I had an epiphany I needed to get it out. Let me preface by saying that the title is a gimmick to try to snag the reader (yeah, that's you...did it work?). I will not be sharing any stories about literal ghosts. However, if I feel the urge, I just might use "ghost" as a metaphorical reference. Really, my theme is about fear and I could not resist the Ghostbusters plug.
I must confess that there have been a few things that I have been anxious about regarding our return to Bosnia-Herzegovina. Now, I do not mean "anxious" in the inaccurate usage of the word. These were not things that I was excited about, but rather experienced anxiety over. The beautiful thing, though, is that God had already begun to do a healing work in me before we even set foot on the plane. He had begun to speak to me numerous times, "Do not be afraid." But, as of about 15 minutes ago, God absolutely expanded my horizons on overcoming these fears.
Today has been a day of remembering. Earlier, I was cleaning out our Gmail inbox and came across some old photos of our two weeks in Zagreb, Croatia while I was in the hospital after surgery. Following this, I began to remember different moments in our apartment around this same time as I looked around. This led to thinking about the 10 days we had to buy plane tickets for America and get everything packed that was going with us and everything settled that was going to stay. Finally, about 18 minutes ago, I arrived at pondering my time through cancer treatments.
Then it hit me like a slap in the face! All of these things that I have been fearful of suddenly looked very small in comparison. God delivered me through all of that stuff I thought about today. He gave me the strength and peace to agree to a major surgery in a country foreign to me. He sustained me through 10 days in a hospital in which communication was anything but easy (due to more than just differing languages). And He continued to be my Rock through all the rest of it. More than that, He has been with me doing these same things through situations over my lifetime.
So...my epiphany. If God has been my "help of ages past," then I have no "ghost" to fear in years to come. He will not stop what I have known of Him before. He is my Rock!
Good night.
