Peace

I corralled all of the seventh graders back into the classroom yesterday and the previous day had the eighth graders sit down after the bell rang to remind them that the bell did not signal to "peace out." 

…but the peace that I’m thinking of today is that which comes and resonates, deep, as the Spirit fills and restores. Peace can be produced in us even in chaos, or confusion, when we feel agitated or overwhelmed. Lay your burdens and worries and fears to rest.

Efesios 2:14-18  (add in accents)

Porque Cristo es nuestra paz . . . para reconciliar . . . El vino y proclamo paz a usteds que estaban lejos y paz a los que estaban cerca. Pues por medio de el tenemos acceso al Padre por un mismo Espiritu.

As it’s rainy season, it’s fitting that this song should be brought to mind today in honor of those who are searching for peace who are on my heart.

Sometimes the rain keeps spitting in your face

or the icy wind wears a sickly grin as its teeth sink in

Does anyone really hear you?

Are you a victim of your fears?

Here in the storm, the thunder screams your pain

And you spit right back as you walk the path in the rain

Sitting alone again makes you wonder,

What was the point of all those tears?

and the rain streaking down the window pane

mirrors the tear drops that just keep falling

They shatter

             

Does anyone really hear you?

Are you a victim of your fears?

Here in the storm, the thunder screams your pain

And you spit right back as you walk the path in the rain

Walking on, your heart grows heavy

You stumble and fall to your knees

Suddenly you’re caught in sweet surrender

Your eyes are lifted, and though it’s still blurry

You see it

           

There is a hope in sweet surrender

Grace is real and mercy, pure  

redemption came to heal the broken

now you’re holdin’ the hand of the one who authored the rain

The sun may not really come tomorrow

But maybe the rain is your gift for today

The rainbow still holds the same old promise

faithfulness- hope that has come and is coming

you must see

           

There is a hope in sweet surrender

Grace is real and mercy, pure  

redemption came to heal the broken

now you walk the long road with the one who understands pain

so keep holding the hand of the one who authored the rain