What does it even mean to have peace?
To be calm and have a sense that everything is going to work out, even if the world is crazy around.
To sit quietly and listen to calming music.
To walk a little slower because is what you’re rushing to really important enough to get you frazzled?
To know that today might be a hard day, but tomorrow is a new one.
To look around and love the ones around you and love them well.
To speak the truth. And then sometimes not speak at all.
I’ve been learning lately to soak in peace, and not just when the world is perfect.
It’s an overwhelming sense of God working in all things.
It’s a focus on the Creator instead of the created.
It comes through piano music while studying, and taking a few minutes to walk home instead of drive. It’s the simple hymns sung by the choir.
It’s the Christmas spirit. Really beginning to understand it.
The waiting of advent. The striving for something you know you need so desperately.
And then on Christmas morning, that thing, that precious little baby boy, being sent into the world in such an unexpected yet truly wonderful perfection of prophecy.
I’m learning to live in the expectation. I’m learning to live in the perfection.
I’m learning to live in the mystery.
Merry Early Christmas.