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What noise do you need to fight through to find peace?

It’s 8 a.m on a weekday when I go to our patio to soak up the morning sun. The palm trees barely move in the still air but sun is already warm on this February day. I take my iPad to read, still trying to recover from all manner of yuckiness with a sinus infection. I lean back in the lounge chair to the sounds of morning traffic on the other side of our privacy fence. I see the top of a semi transporting something, a garbage truck rumbles by and a motorcycle loudly speeds on, identified only by sound. The whir of morning commuters doesn’t stop. A lawn service...

Can peace be found in this noisy world?

Calvin’s is maturity. Matt’s is perseverance. Richard said his word is “love….love for myself” and I think that might be the bravest love any of us can have. It was in our New Year’s Eve worship and we spoke about one word to be a focus for our new year. We just spoke a minute or two, a simple suggestion but after we said the Lord’s Prayer together a few came to tell me their word for the year. I’ve flirted with the one little word challenge(?) in years past. A month or so into the new year I was lucky if I remembered the word. Last year I didn’t...

How can I listen with all this noise?

Listen Listen to the news, the traffic, the weather. Listen to little girl giggles and laughter filling the room. Listen to sorrow and grief and tears that fall quiet Listen to joy and sorrow and be thankful for comfort and mercy. Our world is noisy. It is polluted by the thump, thumping beating through the car next to me, the semi trucks roaring up the overpass, the horns blaring in our impatience. The world is noisy with politicians yelling and accusing. It’s noisy with the commercials listing the endless side effects of the drugs they tell us we need. It’s noisy with stuff. Listen. Listen to me. Listen to this...

Just now

I’m sitting outside of Panera Bread filling my body with sweet taste and my mind with sweet words as I read Two Minutes Grace, It’s Not Really About Me, words from a pastor in North Carolina who I’ve never heard but enjoyed his take on our desiring karma more than grace. I look at the lovely pictures from a far away place on Montucky blog and all the while the contrast of my setting is blaring in my ears. This spot I treat myself to today before beginning the routine of Friday errands is along a busy street with noisy trucks carrying their haul various place. A motorcycle rumbles by...