Peace out man!

I was going to write on Anger vs. Peace tonight because of a comment from a reader about her own anger, but as I wrote and compared anger with peace, peace began to win out, I thought about how, for me at least, the place I most long to be is in a quiet place of rest where I can find peace. Sometimes it seems like everything is happening at once and you have no control over any of it! When I am most busy trying to get all my chores done is when a flood breaks loose with everything happening at once! The grandkids need something, the dog barks, the phone rings, someone falls and gets hurt, and it seems like I am going around and around right down the toilet! What a visual! Sorry about that, just being real!

There is only one place to go for a sense of peace and that is to God to find that special secret place of the Most High (Psalm 91:1) and to rest there for a moment! The only place I can really be alone is to go into the bathroom, close the door against everything and kneel at the “altar”. I do admit that lately I am more likely to “sit” on the altar, as these knees are not what they once were, especially after the hard fall on both of them last night!

An old hymn says: “There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God, a place where sin cannot molest, near to the heart of God.”  I can hear it in my mind’s “ear” and it is soothing to my weary soul right now! I have put one of my favorite Psalms here in the Message translation, it is such a beautiful prayer, read it and pray it for yourself, it will give you peace and hope for a brighter, calmer tomorrow, I promise!

Psalm 27 Light, space, zest— that’s God! So, with him on my side I’m fearless, afraid of no one and nothing. When vandal hordes ride down ready to eat me alive, those bullies and toughs fall flat on their faces. When besieged, I’m calm as a baby. When all hell breaks loose, I’m collected and cool. I’m asking God for one thing, only one thing: To live with him in his house my whole life long. I’ll contemplate his beauty; I’ll study at his feet. That’s the only quiet, secure place in a noisy world, the perfect getaway, far from the buzz of traffic. God holds me head and shoulders above all who try to pull me down. I’m headed for his place to offer anthems that will raise the roof! Already I’m singing God-songs; I’m making music to God. Listen, God, I’m calling at the top of my lungs: “Be good to me! Answer me!” When my heart whispered, “Seek God,” my whole being replied, “I’m seeking him!” Don’t hide from me now!  You’ve always been right there for me; don’t turn your back on me now. Don’t throw me out, don’t abandon me; you’ve always kept the door open. My father and mother walked out and left me, but God took me in. Point me down your highway, God; direct me along a well-lighted street; show my enemies whose side you’re on. Don’t throw me to the dogs, those liars who are out to get me, filling the air with their threats. I’m sure now I’ll see God’s goodness in the exuberant earth. Stay with God! Take heart. Don’t quit. I’ll say it again: Stay with God.

I didn’t intend to put that here today, I had just read it for myself, but I’m thinking that if something helps me, maybe it will help you also, so I will close by saying something that was most often heard in my youth from hippies standing on the corner of 10th and Peachtree, “Peace out man.”  🙂

4 Replies to “Peace out man!”

  1. Thank you Pastor Harolene, I needed this today of all days. Psalm 27 along with Psalm 91 are my life chapters that God gave me when He saved me.

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  2. Yes, indeed, peace was so very important that as Jesus ascended, his last parting words to His disciples were indeed, “My peace I leave with you.” The Holy Spirit is that peace. when I’m out, He guides me back. Letting peace be my guide is how I was taught to make decisions. Yes, I take those bathroom breaks as well, to pray, stealing away to the solitude looking to Him for guidance that I always need.

    One thing I’m really missing right now is having a place where I’m really at home. Oh, I’m not homeless, thank God He’s provided me a wonderful transitional home, staying with a friend, but there is not room for me to “move in” Of course the house that still has my name on the mortgage where I continue to help with some bills because for now it’s the right thing to do and then my future roommate has cleared her extra bedroom closet for me to use for storage. It now is housing my Christmas wardrobe and summer shoes. I’m feeling spread kind of thin, but I see the hand of God in my prayerful exodus and am praying for these single women God has me bunking with. Neither believe in hell. I found the courage to share a thought with each of them at different times, “It is not my job to ‘convince’ you of anything, but I sure hope you don’t have to wake up there to find out it’s a real place.” So I believe God has a purpose in placing me in each of these homes as I transition from married to single…again.

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  3. Seems as though quiet a few of us are going through some rough waters. Peace was what I was praying last night. LOVE to you.!

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