Well, hello there. Thanks for taking a moment to drop by. Ruth will bring some iced-tea out shortly. The rocking motion the past half-hour caused me to think about a lot of things... one is the memory of a phobia I once had. Have you ever had to deal with a personal problem that was always there when certain circumstance came together? Let me tell you about mine.
I have been healed, liberated from a phobia that had periodically plagued me for all of my life. The best I have been able to diagnose this phobia or name this malady is to label it as a form of agoraphobia. This is a fear of leaving a secure or familiar or comfortable environment.
My affliction generally has manifested itself sometime during the day which precedes some traveling experience. The mode of travel is irrelevant; that is, it makes no difference whether it is a car trip or an airplane trip.
I have been grateful that, over the years, once the trip commences the phobia is gone. But, while it exists, it is disconcerting both to me and to my family. In fact, Ruth has gotten into the habit of checking periodically, when we face a trip, on my “A.L.”— “Anxiety Level”.
Now, for some reason I am not aware of, I no longer have this kind of experience—at least for the many trips we have taken in these past years leads me to believe that I am cured.
The source of my healing I know. It is Christ Jesus, the great healer. Did I pray to God to heal me of this problem? No, I did not. But if “Grace” means anything at all, it means that God gifts and blesses us without our earning or deserving or even asking. A gift most often comes unexpectedly. Certainly, it is appropriate to ask God for healing for others or for ourselves, but just as sure, God’s healing does not depend upon any action on our part.
How surprised and how grateful to be freed from this phobia--while not serious as maladies go, it is wonderful to be liberated from it. Thanks be to God!