"Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God." (Matthew 5:9)
Tonight I need to remind myself that the heart of God is not strife and anxiety. I have been an emotional bungee cord for those who revel in drama, lending myself as the go-between for people who wish to pull apart and snap back together.
But is peace really peace when making peace for others results in the agony of my own heart?
Often I offer human peace, like vegetable oil spread, so resembling butter, but nothing at all like it. It spreads on thin. The peace I can offer is band aids and shoulders to cry on, but it never resolves, it never heals. Sometimes, when the heat is turned up, it dribbles off the edges.
But I've seen their faces when they know God's peace. God's peace is a war that is won, not a war that never happens. God's peace is justice, honor, holiness, bubbling joy, and righteous anger. It's a still knowledge that there is a Higher Hand in matters, and the pot won't bubble over because Someone will intervene.
It is this peace I look to. So should you. Don't come running to me for band aids, because I'm very nearly out. God's iodine may sting a little, but it's what you need to take the infection out.
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3 comments:
i really needed that.
I know what you mean. Oftentimes I give and give and give sympathy, and I feel like it should work and it should all get better, but it just doesn't. Because I can't do that.
We can't "fix it". But if we can make others' problems our own, not by fretting, but by compassioning, it does help, a tiny bit. I've been on the receiving end, and am still grateful for the few shoulders I found, in several years of hardship.
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