Power for Peace

I’ve been practicing peace this summer. It’s been refreshing and healing, but hard. You see, my natural default is worry, anxiety, and fear. I’m not proud of that, but I’m learning that this is one area where God is transforming me and making me new. And that’s a good thing. (Shedding pride is a good thing, too, by the way.)

Most of all, I am learning that when I invite the real presence of God into each area of my life, I am inviting the very Prince of Peace, and I am grafted into Him. While this battle happens in my heart, it starts in my mind. Remembering truth. Resting in God’s promises. Relying on what Jesus accomplished for me. Only then can I produce the fruit of the Spirit that I so long to grow. Only then do I experience peace.

Romans 8 explains it so clearly:
“For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace. For the mind that is set on the flesh is hostile to God, for it does not submit to God’s law; indeed, it cannot. Those who are in the flesh cannot please God.”

When I work from my flesh, I cannot please God. Me, the people-pleaser, wanting to please everyone else but the God in whose image people are even created. How easy it is for me to forget that without faith it is impossible to please God. Yet, how do I even stop living from the flesh and instead live by faith? Thankfully Romans goes onto say…

“You, however, are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if in fact the Spirit of God dwells in you. Anyone who does not have the Spirit of Christ does not belong to him. But if Christ is in you, although the body is dead because of sin, the Spirit is life because of righteousness…”

and then one of the most incredible power-packed verses of truth–

“…If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit who dwells in you.”

Here I find the ultimate promise of new life, new peace, new hope. The resurrection of Christ. The power that raised Jesus from the dead dwells in me through the Spirit. Unbelievable! Here is power for life and peace. For me. For today.


A Recipe for Peace

{Writing her own Bible verse on the doorposts of our home}

Did you get dressed today?

Or did you forget something?

I get dressed everyday (thankfully), but many days I forget to put on what’s most important.

Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.
And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful. {Colossians 3:12-14}

This verse is even written on the doorposts of my home. Literally. Several years ago when we built our home, we chose verses for the rooms and wrote them on the wooden frames all around the house. This was the verse I picked out for the door frame of my closet so I wouldn’t forget to put on what was most important. And yet day in and day out, I do forget what is more important than finding the right shoes, the cute shirt, the clean socks…I forget over and over. I forget and forget.

And now I am realizing this is the path to peace. Putting on love, humility, forgiveness, and patience. To remember. This is how peace rules in my heart. Letting the peace of Christ, the very presence of God, have kingdom authority in my heart. Here is my recipe for peace.

Spring Cleaning My Heart

I’m no Martha Stewart or Fly Lady, and in the push to finish our school year at home, I’ve kind of just let routine cleaning or organization fall by the wayside. So this week I’ve been picking up the pieces and dwelling on peace as I do some much needed housework.

And it’s amazing to me how good it feels to deep clean a bathroom or reorganize a closet.

So good in fact, that I finally realized the simple secret to reorganizing my cabinets. Completely empty them out. Sort, throw away, limit, and carefully replace only what is necessary. Voila!

And I’m also realizing how vital this is to my peace journey.

Stop the treadmill. Empty the schedule. Sort through what’s important. Set better limits. Prioritize what truly is necessary. Pray about everything. Everything. But most of all, trust God. For trusting Him is the pathway to perfect peace.

So while my home does not have to be squeaky clean or picture perfect to be peaceful, I am realizing that when I let the chaos of my home {and heart} collect, clutter, and overwhelm me, it is often true that I have also neglected to keep my mind stayed on Jesus, my Prince of Peace. I’ve made things more important than people. And I’ve allowed worry or fear to replace my trust in God.

Isaiah 26:3 says it simply: “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.”

It’s kind of like spring cleaning in the summer. Spring cleaning my home. Spring cleaning my heart.

Seeds of Peace

Multitasking is a myth.

I cannot do many things well.
I cannot do many things.
I can do one thing.

This summer I’m focusing on one thing. Peace

I’m planting peace.
I’m tilling and hoeing and preparing my rows.
I’m sowing seeds of truth.

Care to see what my garden looks like?

Row 1
Psalms 119:165
Great peace have those who love your law; nothing can make them stumble.

Row 2
Isaiah 26:3
You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.

Row 3

Matthew 5:9
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Row 4
John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

Planting Peace

This summer I’m living by one word: Peace.

One word to rule my thoughts. One word to govern my decisions. One pursuit to do the kind of heart work that only the Great Gardener can do. Grow peace.

For far too long, I’ve lived by striving. Worry grows deep, deep roots. Stress shoots up, and its fruit is anxiety, choking out life-giving joy.

So this summer I’m pulling weeds of worry. I’m watering my soul, and resting in the light of the Son. I’m praying for tendrils of trust to climb the dry, barren places of my heart and germinate new growth. New roots. New fruit.

I’m planting peace.