Whispers of Peace

Where do you find your solitude? Is at the end of the day when the twilight of the evening twinkles and you ponder the accomplishments of the day? Is it in the morning over the coffee cup before the struggle with the days agenda begins? Is it in the small coups sprinkled through out the day where you think “yes I did that”?

What does “peace” mean to you? Is it when the struggle of balancing the tasks of the day stop? The smile on a kids face when they conquer a tough skill? A large bill that finally gets paid in full? Or the cuddle of a fur baby that we love so much?

Peace speaks when confusion walks out the door. A feeling that is equated with a “high” or euphoria.

Many times in my marriage I was able to have those quiet peaceful moments. The joy of just serving his needs and the needs of the family. Learning how to be a mom and a wife at the same time was big struggle. I felt as if Peace was always to be my side kick, my buddy, always my companion. I knew peace every time i looked into Carl’s eyes. He alone made me feel like the best mom and wife.

I worked so hard at not taking “self” as the culprit for the serenity I found. Mornings of getting kids off to school. Paying all the bills on time each month. Even the amazing fun times sitting around the campfire at night with my love. I have many amazing memories of turning them into “thank You God” moments.

Jesus promised us that the Father would send a comforter. I recognize that The Comforter is my peace. I can forgive so easily, but the memories and the pain of hurts can linger. Those ugly whispers are not bringing peace.

I shake my self and wonder…when will I learn the nothing I DO will earn Gods Grace?? I have to surrender myself to God. Not my will, but thine, oh God.

“By your Spirit I will rise

“From the ashes of defeat.

“The resurrected King, is resurrecting me

“In Your name I come alive

“To declare Your Victory

Author: thewidowwomanblog

I am a 53 year old widow who is watching her kids step out into life while holding tight to the Creator's hand.

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