It's been a while hasn't it? I have missed being here and am ready to find my way back. This summer has been one of many outdoor projects for ourselves and our parents as well. It has been good to keep my hands busy. It provides time for my mind to unwind, my spirit to quiet.
I don't know about you all but my heart has been weary these past few months. News from afar of kidnapped girls, rockets fired, a murdered journalist and the beloved fleeing to mountaintops. News a little closer of civil unrest and two grieving families. Even closer news of depression, suicidal ideation, addiction and families torn. So much hurt; so much pain.
In the processing of it all I felt a bit overwhelmed, asking hard questions of myself, of God. Wondering what possible difference I could make from where I sat.
But the thing is, it wasn't about me at all. My eyes had become out of focus. You see, it wasn't my job to figure it all out. It's God's and I was trying to do it for Him. So in my mind, and in my heart, I prayerfully began to place the seemingly impossible before the God of the possible. For it is only at the foot of the cross that real healing can begin for them, for me.
Sometimes we are asked to help, to raise awareness, to donate money, even to go. But this time my job was to be still and know. Know that I serve a BIG God. Know that He is moving in ways I may never understand. Know that He is our unfailing Hope. Know that He is our (beyond understanding) source of Peace.
On a warm and breezy evening a couple weeks ago I sat in that stillness outside. I felt God's love in the warmth of the sun, His touch in the rustle of the bamboo leaves and as the night sky filled with diamond like stars I could hear His whisper: Those stars? I made them for you. I see you. And those same stars that shine down on you, shine down on the hurting, the hungry, and the lonely everywhere. I see them too. I hear your prayers and I am grieving for this world in greater ways than you can imagine. Keep your eyes on me. Trade your pain for peace. Give me your weary heart and I will make well your soul.
- When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,It is well, it is well with my soul.
- It is well with my soul,It is well, it is well with my soul.
(Horatio G. Stafford)
The beauty is when we inhale the peace of God, we are free to exhale His great love - a love that can move mountains...