Peace Seekers

How about a post to warm you up and to turn your thoughts toward peace this cold December week? Most of us have so much to be thankful for, including warmth and peace. But maybe you’re edgy today.

Want to go boating with me? —well, maybe just curling up with a cup of something warm and tagging along in your imagination for a few minutes would be saner.

Does the stress of life sometimes send you searching for a little peace of mind and heart?

My husband and I needed a break. Time away.

A near-perfect day. Springtime, warm, early morning. I stuffed a cooler with water bottles, soft drinks, thick sandwiches, chips, and cookies while my husband loaded the car and boat with our gear. It had been a stressful couple of weeks, and I prayed that we’d truly relax and enjoy this time we’d carved out for some recreation. The coastline was beautiful as we drove to the inlet and launched the boat from a ramp near the south jetty. From there, we glided past buoys and markers, into the mouth of the inlet, and out into the Atlantic.

Jerry wanted to do some fishing, and I couldn’t wait to relax and soak up some fresh air and sunshine. As we moved farther away from Sebastian Inlet, and with the shoreline no longer in view, he idled down the purring engine, slowing the boat. I settled myself face down on the bow of the boat and let the warm breeze feather over me as I watched the water slide by. The face of the ocean was unusually smooth and mirrored huge fluffy clouds, more like the clouds of June than those of early April. I pushed close to the rail and watched the light swells of the sea, mesmerized.

“Hey, Sal, check that out!” Jerry pointed starboard across the water. I sat up and followed his gaze, not yet seeing what he saw.

But seconds later, we had company. Right beside the boat. Right beside me!

Dolphins! I could have touched them as they played in the foamy wake from the bow as we cut through the blue salt water. Satiny gray, arching, sounding, seeming to study me as much as I studied them. Three or four of them stayed with the boat maybe five minutes before Jerry cut the engine. We drifted, watching them until they disappeared beneath the azure waters, only to burst upward again, airborne, glistening in the sun a few yards away for more fun minutes of play—or maybe feeding.

Then, except for the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the boat, peaceful silence dropped around us. No breeze, no gulls, no splashes, only tranquil quietness, a calm in the midst of a blue sea that blended into the lighter blue of the sky from horizon to horizon.

Jerry sat in the stern, baiting a hook, rapt in his thoughts, and I melted into that silence, laying back on the bow letting praise and thankfulness rise, and body, mind, soul, and spirit bask in God’s precious gift of peace. Sweet, healing peace.

True Peace cannot be found apart from God. He offers us the gift of His Peace in the wondrous mysterious truth of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—sometimes through the crystalline purity of silence, sometimes through the beauty of His creation—always through His countless, limitless ways.

“This great and wide sea, in which are innumerable teeming things, living things both small and great. There the ships sail about; there is that Leviathan which You have made to play there” (Psalm 104:26).

“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid” (John 14:27).

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:6-7).

What do you do when you when you’re looking for a little Peace?

“For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given; and the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father,

Prince of Peace”

(Isaiah 9:6).

A Baby is coming! So open your heart

Get ready with joy for the season to start

Stand aside for the angels, listen for their song

Let their melody fill you with praise all day long

Peace

Love,

Sally

 

Random Rainbows

Rainbows and Ripples

My idea worked great!” says he.
Me? I just grin at my son the “Wizard” and look around for the Yellow Brick Road!

 

Early evening pulls me into my open-windowed corner, my favorite place to #relax a moment after a full and busy day. The rain has stopped, but water still pools and drips from countless leaves. Birds call their final notes before settling for the night in some mysterious, secret place.

The white paper I’m writing on turns to gold in the reflected sunset. Joking, laughing men talk in the driveway of a neighbor’s home. Noise and chatter fade from the voices of children as they wring out the last bit of fun before the inevitable call to bath and bedtime.

Little Lisa and her brother, the youngest of several children in a family who are new to the neighborhood, ride their tricycles in the deserted road. Son, Jim, has dubbed them the Munchkins. Lisa calls to her older friend. “Zinda, Zinda, come and see, we found a rainbow!” An excited little brother jumps from his trike as Lisa gazes in pure delight at a puddle beside the road. And, of course, in the puddle, an oily skim reflects a rainbow in the evening light.

 

Ragamuffin Rainbows

Early this morning, his dad asked Jim to flatten some ground where we’d removed some large plants. Planning to add a new room, we’ve begun to clear that area.

Later, since Jim took his job assignment very seriously, when he spotted the mob of “Munchkins” playing outside, he had an idea. He’d save himself some time and trouble–and have some fun. He’d ask them all to come over and tramp the area down. They’d have a great time and he’d get the job done. So it was “Follow me. Do what I do!”

Well, I totally missed it, but what a sight that must have been. Six or seven little kids and a great big boy, marching around, trooping up and down, leveling the all that dirt!

“Worked great, Mom!” he says, looking all satisfied, with a “job-well-done,” expression on his face.

Me? I just grinned at the “Wizard” and looked around for the Yellow Brick Road!

It’s been a good day, Father. Thank You for every moment of it.

[Glimpses from my Notebook]

“Let the field be joyful, and all that is in it. Then all the trees of the woods will rejoice before the Lord” (Psalm 96:12 NKJV).

“Then they also brought infants to Him that He might touch them; but when the disciples saw it, they rebuked them. But Jesus called them to Him and said, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it’” (Luke 18:15-17 NKJV).

“This is the day the Lord has made; We will rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalm 118:24 NKJV).

And within each day, there’ a story.

What are you rejoicing over and being glad for today?

PS: See that little cutie up there doing the puddle jumping? His dad titled the photo of him “Jack-in-the-puddle.”