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Peace I Give You


PEACE. As a foster-adoptive mom, I have lived through a lot of unknowns and dealt with a lot of trauma, including the possibility of losing our young sons two years after they joined our family. Thankfully our story had a happy ending and we were able to adopt them soon after. But it was a gut-wrenching season we faced, and I fought against stress regularly. To combat the stress, I began reading a lot of verses about God’s perfect peace.

Peace can be a misunderstood word. We often think of it as a passive, trite, Hallmark card answer to the complicated problems in life. But in the Bible we see that Christ used peace actively, as a hard-fought battle cry against the storms and fears of this world.

Psalm 34 tells us to “seek peace and pursue it”.  I love the picture of seeking and pursuing, even chasing after God’s peace. As a parent, I know that peace over our family and kids doesn’t always naturally “happen”. One doesn’t just passively “receive” it.

When the going gets tough, the tough must get up and GO after peace. So, I learned to actively choose peace in those moments… to CHASE peace if I have to! I give every concern to God, give any doubts or insecurities to God. He is training my mind to be steadfast.

Still Waters

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We live in busy times. While I have no doubt that the same could be said throughout history, we do live in an age filled with an overabundance of information and distractions. And yet, in the midst of all of this we are called to find rest and peace in Christ. Some days it seems like an impossible task.  There’s so much to do, so many things requiring our attention. And over time we often find ourselves in circumstances asking “how did I get here?”

Recently I was meditating on Psalm 23 and in particular verse 2 where David writes that God “leads me beside still waters.” Often we read this passage and think about finding peace, but I was struck by something a bit different this time. 

When I grow up…

I was 11 when I first met her.

Never before had I met anyone so misshapen. Nima had severe arthritis. Every joint in her body was swollen and knobby, her hands were gnarled and twisted, she walked with a slow uneven gait. In my 11-year old eyes it seemed she must be very old, although in reality she was probably only in her mid 40s. I didn’t know it then, but years later I would look back and say –

“When I grow up I want to be like Nima.”