There are books on the floor, but I need to ice my foot. I sit here, trying to quiet the voices of things left undone in this house. They don't understand why I'm not listening to their demands. I usually do. The crooked, broken, sticky messy things nag me, not caring about my injury.
The little boys are aware of my injury, so much so that they are using it to their advantage. A mom who cannot move quickly does not have to be obeyed quickly. A mom on crutches might let it go, just this one time, and maybe a few more.
Things are slipping out of control.
Yet they are finally sleeping, and it is raining.
I sit with my Bible and my laptop, and I try to grab just one little moment of peace.
The things undone laugh at me.
Peace cannot be found in all this clutter.
But distraction can.
I open my email, my blogger dashboard, my facebook.
And it feels like more clutter. More nagging. No peace.
I close the laptop.
Peter, and apostle of Jesus Christ,
to those who reside as aliens, scattered throughout Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia, who are chosen....
To those who reside as aliens, who are scattered- yes, I am part of this. I am part of God's family, promised life but living in a dying world. I am not at home here.
Who are chosen.
Chosen. My thoughts rest in this word for a moment.
I am chosen. Loved.
...according to the foreknowledge of God the father, by the sanctifying word of the Spirit, unto obedience and sprinkling with His blood: May grace and peace by yours in the fullest measure.
Yes, His precious blood, His body given for me. His death means forgiveness for me. His blood means grace. His grip on me...
His grip means peace.
I am caught up in the work of the Trinity.
The boys sleep. The rain from heaven falls gently, and from my window I see the thirst of the earth satisfied. I see quiet growth, and green, cared-for life.
And I want to take a picture of it, but my foot and my God remind me to be still.
I am still.
And my ears are full of His Word, so I cannot hear the jeers of the things undone.
I listen to the soft rain shower, watch His kindness to the earth. I consider how much more He cares for me.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to his great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, who are protected by the power of God, through faith, for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials...
1 Peter 1:1-6
Thank you Father, for the joy and peace that is found in Your grip.
Love, your daughter.
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