Peace

“My peace I give to you”

The words came to me clearly, almost forcefully, while I was twisted up emotionally like a pretzel.  Worry about making the best choices for myself and my family while not neglecting the needs of others had me in a bit of a tizzy.  Boundaries are sometimes hard to define and even harder to maintain once the line is drawn in the sand.  And I had drawn that line.

“My peace I give to you”

But there it was, settled on me.  Peace.  I had done my best, and there was nothing to be gained by worrying.  I had learned my lesson…for about eight hours. 

“My peace I give to you”

The worry came back with a vengeance.  And like a rabbit in the spring it had multiplied.  What had been anxiety about one family member became concern about several family members.  God had given me peace, and I had given it back.

“My peace I give to you”

So I did the only logical thing.  I stopped, and I ate almonds covered in Godiva dark chocolate chased by sips of English Breakfast hot tea.  Savoring every nuance of flavor, I lived fully in that moment.  And in my chocolate-induced clarity, I took the words to heart.

“My peace I give to you”

It’s not to be taken lightly – this peace.  It is to be embraced, savored, consumed with a thankful heart.  This gift of peace must be nurtured.  Worry can chase it away, but pure faith and trust are the water and sunlight it needs to blossom, grow, and share its gentle strength with others.  This gift – blessed gift of peace – is one I now receive with an open heart. 

“My peace I give to you”