Perfect Peace

Lockdown… remote teaching… home learning…

most days it feels like this:

Although some days it feels like this:

That is a groundhog, if you weren’t sure.

It seems to me that there is a positive to every negative. I love having more time with my family and being involved and engaged in my son’s learning in a way that I never normally am able to be. On the other hand, getting him to do his work is a bit like pulling teeth without anesthetic.

I am so much more rested than I normally am. Usually I spend my days with forty four-to-five year-olds running around me. It is a high energy, high volume, high intensity day. So yes, I am enjoying rest and not feeling as tired. But, on the other hand, I don’t get to see their precious faces in person, and I miss them like crazy! And I can’t be the teacher I want and need to be – an Early Childhood, play based, hands on teacher.

There is also a different level of tiredness that goes with screen burn and constant uncertainty about the future.

How do we get through this?

Reference: (21 April, 2017)

Throughout God’s Word He invites us into peace; a peace that surpasses understanding. A peace that is real and true and deep. I was greatly encouraged by the reminder in this statement and image, that peace is not a place, but a person to abide in. One Person. His name is Jesus.

He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.
Psalm 62:2

The reason that in Jesus I find my source of peace is because He is a rock. My feelings, moods, coping skills, and sense of place may be buffeted by the winds and the waves (or the roller coaster) of life around me. But I have a sure and certain rock to stand on, find shelter in and that rock is Higher than I am.

Many years ago I gave a talk in a school assembly about peace. As I spoke I painted this picture and told this story:

The waves crashed against a cliff face. They buffeted and tore at the rock. The lightning flashed. The thunder bellowed.  In that rock was a crevice. And in the crevice was a tiny bird. It slept peacefully.

Peace doesn’t always look like a calm, still, green pasture, or an idyllic beach hammock. It looks like being held and hidden through the storm and through the chaos.

Now, I did not make up that story and I cannot remember the source. But it is my story as well. It can be your story too. Real, true and deep peace is found in the Rock that is Jesus, by staying close to Him. In His presence, we are held and hidden through the storm.

Perfect Peace, Laura Story

God Bless,
Michelle Larrea