Peace is possible.
I almost interjected this possibility to one and then to another.
One distraught and rightly so, I listened and became exhausted over my lack of anything I may be able to do.
I sat and simply took it all in.
Her dismayed lack of peace.
Another so burdened by wrongs and unable to live without fear, so protective and unbelievably afraid yet so very ready for something to change.
Both unable to know what might change their directions, what might help them understand the unfairness of their fate.
I have no real answers other than the three words seemingly from nowhere that are clinging to me and I, clinging to them.
Continue and believe.
I’m prone to storing up my interactions, sort of disengaging emotionally as I am present in my professional role and yet, the stories linger and they don’t stay buried for long.
I believe that is God’s way, to not waste any exchange meant for me to grow, to continue on and give words to feeling, maybe help another to grow.
I wanted to tell the mother grieving and in dismay that I still believed God is faithful and that I believed she could have some peace. But, I didn’t. It wasn’t the right time or the place.
I wanted to tell the one homeless with her daughter, terrified of everything, that life can be simple, dependable, peaceful I believe.
But, I didn’t. It wasn’t yet time, it seemed best to wait until she begins on her own to see.
See, peace comes to us in different ways, in our own separate time and place.
Jesus was the object of speculation and of disbelief and disenchantment, much the same way was John the Baptist.
The disciples were learning as they followed while the onlookers and the intellects were set on deliberations of who they thought the Son of God should be. I guess much of who Jesus appeared to be was not their idea of a “prince” or one able to bring about peace.
Jesus essentially said and continues to say, just walk with me.
“Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you.
Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.”
Matthew 11:28-30 NLT
I imagine me alongside Jesus. We are going forward, we are making clear the path through muck and mud and I am smiling as I am looking straight.
I am content in the steadiness of Jesus’ steps.
So, I walk with Him.
He is doing the bulk of the work of getting us through the rough places, keeping me out of the ditches, breaking up the ground for the goodness and growth that will rise up behind us.
Jesus and I together, we are breaking new ground.
Not settling where I am. He says come with me.
Peace is possible. Continue and believe.