You want a PEACE of me?

After reading several posts on Girlfirends in God, I decided to jot down a few thoughts of my own. Except for my parents who are retired and living at the lake, most people I know frequently comment on how busy they are running here and there. My calendar seems to alarm at least two or threes times each day sending me reminders that the kids need to be picked up from school, my next meeting is 15 minutes away, volleyball practice in 1 hour, pick up the laundry, and on and on it goes. This is just living in today's society. I have enough to worry about that I honestly do not need or want anyone else's choas placed on my shoulders.

I say I want peace and harmony at home, work and in my social life. The problem is that I must give up control in order to reach this sought after state of existence. I must not seek my personal agenda with such resilience and determination that it interferes with my goal of being at peace with the situation. In relationships both parties must be seeking peace and committed to reaching this state of peace. Admittedly, I like a good fight. It is my nature as a red head to battle to the bitter end. But with that said I decided several months ago to surrender and lay down my weapons. This was not an easy decision but one that came after many restless nights of wandering why I could not be a peace. Surrendering was the key to reaching my current state of peaceful existence. It required me to give up rights and control. I allowed God to become my referree and lead me to a place where peace rules.

Hebrews 13:5-6 Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." So we say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?"

GIGGLE FROM BROCK

Brock is 5 and participated this winter in Y basketball. As everyone would expect it is a joyous thing to watch. There is always something to giggle about or to simply laugh until your eyes produce tears. Examples include kids running off the court just to talk to Mom, another standing in the middle of the court going in circles just to experience that dizzy feeling, and yet another finding the perfect time to shine by running with the ball tucked under his arm because the only person trying to take the ball away from him is the ref since the play was dead seconds before.

Throughout his basketball season Brock has insisted that his team name was DEFENSE. His two sisters would argue endlessly with him that no team would be named DEFENSE. So just the other day Brock received in the mail his basketball team picture. Samantha and Sydney were quick to inform Brock that his team name was actually the Celtics. With a disappointed look in his eyes, Brock told me the following. "But Mommy we always huddle and say DEFENSE."