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Day 20: Craving Peace

April 4, 2020


One of the loudest “alarm bells” for a mom is silence. Ironically, it is also her greatest desire. The thought, “It’s been too quiet in here for too long,” in my life, has been followed by many memorable discoveries. There was the child who was blue. (Not blue, like sad... blue like the color.) She used a (not washable) marker to turn herself into a Smurf. And the time the twins took an amazingly long nap that I didn’t want to disturb. The escape artist one put EVERY piece of clothing and nearly every toy in the room in her sister’s crib. When I finally peaked in all I could see of the one in her crib was from her eyes up. (Obviously the “nest cam” had not been invented yet.) I always crave peace. Peace in my house. Peace in my life (no problems, nothing breaking for 5 minutes, please). Peace in my soul. I think we all do. I read this quote today (author unknown): “Peace. It does not mean to be in a place with no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.” This is the kind of peace that can come only from God. Philippians 4:6-7 says: “Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything; tell God your needs, and don’t forget to thank him for his answers. If you do this, you will experience God’s peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His peace will keep your thoughts and your hearts quiet and at rest as you trust in Christ Jesus.” Just one more thought. Silence doesn’t necessarily equal peace. A lot of people are struggling right now and not saying a word. Maybe we should check on them. Smile and be joyful!

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