No Need To Fear

Just to give you an idea of the church we are staying at, I should tell you that it is old. Very old. We're talking squeaky, afraid-of-the-dark-because-there's-so-many-rooms-and-hallways old. Yikes. Halley and I went to change over some laundry tonight, and halfway there we ran back because of the unidentifiable noises. I'm hoping it won't be so scary when it's filled with people. But then again I've learned something. Well, I should probably say that I am learning something. I should be fearless. Even in little circumstance such as this, I'm learning that God is in control. Why should I worry about the boogy monster? Or the shadow that looks like someones head next to the door slightly cracked open. I'm reminded of the Acts of the apostles soon after Jesus' death and resurrection. Sometimes I find chills running down my spin when I imagine what it must have been like during that time. People were getting arrested. People were being filled with the Holy Spirit. "And when they had prayed, the place in which they were gathered together was shaken, and they were filled with the Holy Spirit and continued to speak the work of God with boldness." Acts 4:31. When I think about these times depicted in Acts I think of opportunity to fear. Crazy things were happening. When I think about about life I think about ample opportunity to fear. When I think about my God, I think about an Almighty Being who encompasses fear. My God is with me always, even to the end of time.