I walked out the door in a hurry. Mostly because for the last ten minutes my husband repeatedly told me to get out.
About this time last year I celebrated my birthday. I asked for a pedicure – with the unspoken word “alone” embedded in the message. Luke granted my request with an eager heart and threw in a “take the whole day” cherry on top. So, when the clock turned to 8:30 a.m. the morning of my birthday, and I was still in the house, Luke started pushing me out.
But when I shuffled outside, the limousine parked behind my car brought me to a screeching halt.
“Luuuuuke,” I yelled on my way back inside the house, “What is going on?”
With a mischievous smile he let me in on the plan he’d been working on for days now. A full-day girls get away to shop, eat and relax at the spa.
There I sat. No kids, dishes, laundry or list of to-dos. No demands to meet. No details to arrange. Nada. All I had to do was breathe. So I did. I took a big, deep breathe. I smiled and burrowed back in my chair. The stillness spelled P-E-A-C-E.
That two minutes, or so, was awesome ….
But before the driver could make one turn I put the hamster back on the wheel in my brain and let him loose.
Is he going to turn in front of that car? I better buckle up. And so it began. The rest of the ride up I balked from time to time. What is he doing? How fast is he going? Is he texting and driving?!
I could hear Luke’s voice in my head begging me to relax. You’re missing the whole point.
Decision time. Luke wrapped peace and pampering in a shiny black car and laid it in the driveway. All I had to do was get into the limousine. And I did. But once that door shut behind me, it was now up to me. I had to choose to enjoy the gift.
And my eyebrows raise at the thought: I can actually create my own state of tension and exhaustion. Anywhere. Anytime.
My awareness promoted at least a fight to put the hamster in his place. At the spa they soaked me, scrubbed me, peeled and painted me. I left exfoliated and rejuvenated.
Then the day after the spa happened. In a nutshell: Total anarchy.
The kids held a secret midnight meeting and decided to try to unseat me from my position of authority over them. It’s the only logical explanation for what went on here. Kicking. Screaming. The mother of all melt downs (by me and them).
And I giggle, because I’m thinking the same thing you are. What does this have to do with peace? And please don’t imagine this crazy house of people with hands joined singing “Amazing Grace” as we lay down our troubles and dish out hugs. Not even close.
But as the day wore on I noticed something inexplicable …. a smile. On my face and theirs.
Somehow, after a day so treacherous it prompted Luke to proclaim renewed confidence in his decision to have no more children, I mustered a smile. Even a laugh.
Stress in the limo while I ride to the spa. Peace in the kitchen while all of my little blessings fight over where to sit. This seems backwards, right? What gives? And then I realized,
Peace is not an arranged place or set of circumstances; it is an intentional position of the heart.
It’s the difference between my toddler standing in front of his daddy crying and screaming and stomping his feet, and this …
A head rested on a solid shoulder. A storm calmed underneath a strong arm. A little boy secure in his daddy’s grip.
And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, … Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, … singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.” Colossians 3:15-16 (ESV)
Strife can strike. Anywhere. Anytime. Or Peace can rule. Anywhere. Anytime. With His word in your heart and a His song on your lips, you make the call. I pick peace!
Blessed to spend time with you today, Katy