Blessed are the peacemakers;
they shall be called daughters and sons of God.
A follow-up news story regarding another unjust shooting ate away at the peace I desperately tried to hold onto. I felt discouraged because, once again, I had to acknowledge that I have no antidote for the ills of this world.
In the midst of my discouragement, a small voice from deep within interrupted my litany of troubles…
I heard, “Have you forgotten that I am with you?”
No. Never. But you seem less tangible today than the troubles around me seem.
The voice continued, “Did you know that I have commissioned others to deal with these things?”
No. Well, yes. You always have a plan in place. Still, I’m not good at standing on the sidelines.
The voice trickled off into a whisper, “I know, but it’s time for you to learn this. Just do your best where you are. That’s all I ever ask. I will take care of the rest.”
With that, the peace within me emerged once again. With that, I embraced that day with renewed resolve to bring God’s peace to my little corner of this world.
Loving God, thank you for placing us precisely where we need to be.
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