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I know it’s not Saturday, but here’s a few words on peace to get you through your Tuesday:-) In the crazy world we live in, it can be hard to find peace (especially in 2020, the year of total insanity). Here are some thoughts from a few weeks ago that I pulled from my journal.
May 11, 2020
Peace.
Peace is looking into the mirror and being proud of your stretch marks. It is a silence inside of you when the world is screaming. It is just looking at who you are and not hating what you see. It’s just looking.
Sometimes my thoughts swallow each other. They fight for the stage inside of my mind, battling for their bit in my inner conversation. Each one shouts and shouts—breaking news and scary headlines. They all hold microphones and wait to see what I will say. Each time I pause and stare into the shower head or the windshield or my dresser drawer and I yell back in my head at all those voices that bark at me. Shut up! They don’t listen.
And then a voice cuts above the din. It holds no microphone. It reaches for my trembling hand.
“Annabelle,” it whispers.
A whisper above the shouting, but I can hear it loud and clear. It is closer than the angry nonsense of my conscience. It is closer than my own voice, which struggles to control the crowd in front of me. It is right next to me.
“Annabelle. I am here.”
It is God. And after that, all the other voices die. They don’t wither and fall into eternity; they cease to exist, like vapors of smoke in a tornado. They are gone. And all I can hear is God.
“Annabelle. Let me hold your hand.”
This is peace. God holding my hand, silencing all the screaming in my mind. God shifting my focus from the puddle of my problems to the ocean of his grace. God breathing onto my soul a promise that he will never stop being.