I desperately want peace. But somehow, I tend to create chaos. Somehow, I tend to create the whirlwind. Somehow…
Lord, help my unbelief.

I am sailing through life on tranquil seas, then a ripple appears. Occasionally I get a glimpse into the cause, but many times the cause is unknown. I just have to know that I may never know. Life is always moving.

Spending so much time in forgiveness for the last week or so. I have to come into the court room numerous times lately to confess my transgressions. I have a personal responsibility for my actions and I want a clear legal record. Harboring unforgiveness is a mark on my record.

God knew we would need time alone to “declutter and clean” out our minds of our feeble attempts at solutions, so He commanded us to be still, take a sabbath and find rest for our souls. Do you refuse the gift of peace He offers?

Buying a truly meaningful gift is an art, and meaningful gift ideas are easy if you know a person well. But is there something else to this art of gift giving besides the tangible object? What if the purpose of gift giving is not the gift?

“When He said, ‘It is finished,’ He was talking about me.” Could we write those words in a journal and mean them? Could we look into a mirror and speak them?

Can you truly say those words and mean them? Do you believe them?

I long for a day when my hearts affection is not fickle to the things of this world. I strive for devotion to Him, but this world pulls at me more than I care to admit. I take comfort in knowing that the great apostle Paul, had the same dilemma.