As I was driving yesterday, I stopped at the crosswalk to let this elderly lady walk across the street. Right as she was passing the front of my car, instead of waving or smiling she gave me the “peace” sign! My immediate thinking was assuming that she was saying, “Yo sista, peace to ya…”, and I found myself laughing out loud as to what was going down in front of me! Then I thought, “Is that just a signature two-finger wave?”. Finding myself giggling again, I figured not, because her index finger and middle finger were distinctly separated forming a ‘V’ … I finally concluded, she was saying, “Peace…”
Peace is an oasis I can’t just get or attain or work towards … nor is it just a feeling or ‘place’ that can be created. It’s a gift that’s given when I find hope in more than just messages or signs, but in God’s loving arms. As I am facing so many decisions and life ‘movements’ right now, what that ‘lil lady shared with me was the exact prompt I needed to retreat back to my Savior’s shelter.
It can get so crazy without a ‘balance’. A balance between having understanding and wanting to know the reason and “why?” for everything and having an assurance and calm heart that as long as I abide in my Father, He’ll bring peace. Because I’m such a “why?” learner, and need to see things visually to understand, I need to continually be reminded to walk in unseeing ways.
He knows my steps, my breaths, and my desires … He will bring me peace.
pic pix: mountain run-off from Spray Lakes, Canmore, AB Jan.2010