Really important stuff screams to be done, so naturally I stroll aimlessly through the flotsam and jetsam of our recent move, humming like Prissy from “Gone with the Wind”.
A memory stops me and I look at John.
“I can’t function in this mess. When I was a kid, I couldn’t go to sleep if there were clothes at the end of my bed.”
John: “And you waited 46 years to tell me this?”
Me: “Yeah—so please tell me what I’m supposed to be doing today. Unpacking? Writing? Instagram-twit-facing? Prepping for Resurrection services, or getting ready for our trip?”
My facial tic gets his attention.
He wraps his arms around me and says to my head in his low, soft voice,
“Laura, let’s just do the house stuff. I’ll help you with the rest later.”
With that single directive, I blast all the crazies out of my head and do the next thing. And the next, and the next. And now our house is almost home.
That was yesterday. Today is Good Friday. It’s called “good”, because Christ died to bring order to our chaos, clarity to our confusion, peace to our unrest, and Abundant Life in exchange for certain death.
Today I choose to let His peace be Lord of me. How ‘bout you?
“God is not a God of confusion, but of peace…”
1 Cor. 14:33
“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts.”