Mothering Unto Christ

10922715_10152612794965894_3778358468976255158_nSix years ago in a booth at Pizza Hut, my husband and I decided we were ready to have children. We had been married for almost four years and were giddy as we dreamed of the chubby cheeked version of ourselves that would be.

We had a plan. We would have two or three biological children and then foster to adopt our youngest. Yet the months came and went and turned into years. Five years to be exact. For five years we waited on God.

What was our move? Do we keep waiting? Do we pursue fostering? We begged God to build our family his way, in his time. But there were nights when I thought the pain of waiting would crush the life out of my heart. The enemy would come and speak doubts and fears. But Christ’s strength held us and led us on.

In February 2013 on a day of fasting and praying at our church God spoke to Joshua and I separately that the time was now. We had freedom to pursue fostering. I remember driving home full of expectation wondering if my child was out there looking at that same moon. We began the paper work journey. We prayed that God would keep us on the time frame of the child he had for us. Over a year later, in March 2014 with home visits, trainings, case studies, and a move to Kansas City to mark the way, our license was finalized.

It felt strange reading those emails of children who needed homes. Every email represented a real heart and soul in a desperate situation. “O God, help us. Direct us.” The day our license was finalized was the first day our Trisha came up in need for placement. We read her email on a Monday morning and plans were made for her to move in the following week. I watched her get out of her case-workers car, with all her earthly belongings in the back. I will never know the strength it took to walk up to our front door, knowing she was at the mercy of whoever was on the other side. I will never understand it, but I loved that adorable 14 year-old the moment I set eyes on her. God confirmed over time that she was the first-born we had been waiting for.

A year ago today, less than two months after getting Trisha, I absent mindedly took a pregnancy test knowing that my doctor would have wanted me to rule it out before going in for an appointment. I had spent so much money on digital tests; this one was from Dollar Tree. As I waited, I straightened the bathroom half forgetting I had taken it, thinking about what I was going to cook for dinner. But there they were. Two clear pink lines. It was the yes that I had longed for an uncountable amount of times. In a shaky voice I called to Josh who didn’t even know I had taken a test.  I was speechless, leaning over, propped against the wall when he came in. All I could do was point to the counter. He looked at me with wild eyes, and said, “What? No! Wait! What?! Are you sure?!”. We hugged and cried over that stick with two lines.

Somewhere in that five year waiting room God gave me this scripture;

Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing. Is 40:26

In the darkness of my waiting, Christ reminded me to look up to the heavens and think on his might. He reminded me to think on his care and attention for each star, so many that my human mind cannot know the number. He will not overlook or forget one. He whispered to my heart that by the same power and might that he keeps the heavens he attends to the details of his will for my life. If he knows the stars and calls them forth by name each night, he knows my children and would bring them into our family at the exact moment he had determined.

This is my second Mother’s Day. I think of the what the scriptures say about Mary, But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.” Luke 2:19

You cannot be prepared for the love that comes. Whether it’s a treasured after school chat or a crooked toothless grin I am stunned at God’s goodness. I pray for help to not idolize my two little miracles. I want to remember that in the darkness yet again Christ was there. I want to remember when the waiting felt cruel; the Faithful One never forgot me but was working out his plan for good. I want to remember His strength that gave us hope on the emptiest days. I want the love, affection, and awe I feel for my children to always point me to my greater love.

Whether you are in the darkness and need to lift your eyes to the night sky as you remember God’s mightiness and attention to your every detail. Or whether you are rejoicing in hopes fulfilled this Mother’s day, I hope you remember Him who is eternal. The One that this is all for. The gut wrenching journey of mothering, waiting, growing, loving, and living…it’s all for Him. So on this Mother’s Day as our loved ones remember us, we will remember Christ. We will rejoice in the one that fills our mothering with eternal purpose.

May our mothering be unto you, Christ Jesus.

“And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” Colossians 1:17

Repurposed Pain

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 presetAs my husband held down my three-month old son I buckled the braces in place and locked in the bar. Asa had given up looking at me with those pleading eyes, and had resigned to screaming; maybe someone else would come to help.

If I’m not careful I could hate those braces. Hate them for making my son look at me with those confused, scared, and frustrated eyes. I could hate them because they make me feel helpless to stop the tears. I could hate the casts that had come before, that had held him from thigh to toes since he was six days old.

I work as fast as my hands will go and then I pick him up, and we cry together.

I wish I could snatch them away and burn them where they land. Demonstrating the certain fate of anything that hurts my child. But these are the moments that I have forgotten that by the pain will come the joy. Endurance now, means the joy of walking, running, and playing without a lifelong disability.

But these are the moments that I have forgotten that by the pain will come the joy.

Pain is a funny thing. How I wish I could shield my baby from it all. But that would not be love.

In the world you will have trouble, but take heart I have overcome the world. John 16:33

Love sees the future. Love knows what is required. Love marks a sure course so that we may arrive safely home. This is what God did when he determined before the foundations of the earth that he would send his Son to die. Christ died on the cross taking on himself the punishment of sin and on the third day he rose from the dead defeating death, so that the sons and daughters of man might become the sons and daughters of God.

Love sees the future. Love knows what is required. Love marks a sure course so that we may arrive safely home.

And I hope by thy good pleasure safely to arrive at home. –Come Thou Fount

Christ’s war cry is redemption. In Christ every sorrow, every failing, every agony can be repurposed by his power for his names sake…and also for our own sake.

We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. Rom 5:3-5

When the world asks us “Where does your help come from?” We will answer with a resounding “only Jesus”. And our suffering will be the stage where the faithfulness and truth of God play out.

And our suffering will be the stage where the faithfulness and truth of God play out.

So sisters, I wish I could know the stories behind your tears. I wish I could know the fears that swarm at your door today. But remember Christ. Remember hope. Remember Him who died so that our brokenness could light up the darkness with the truth of the gospel.

So for the next two and half years as I buckle those shoes I will let them remind me that every pain in this world can be repurposed by the power of God.

Confrontation, Speaking the Truth in Love, and Unity

Recently I disappointed a friend. We have all been there for a hundred different reasons. She was hurting and needed time, the one thing I didn’t have to give. I could later in the day or the next, but couldn’t come to her aid right then. Her need was real, but I couldn’t meet it in the way she had hoped. From her response I knew that it frustrated and disappointed her.

My heart ached, because I had hoped to grow closer with this new friend. Though I knew that our friendship could not progress under such expectation. So when this happened I instinctively shrunk inwardly from this relationship. I responded apologetically and made an internal decision to distance myself.

The same week I was reading through Ephesians 4, and brushed passed the call to unity as something that I was good on. Besides, I try hard to control my words and thoughts against critical attitudes towards the church. I am very familiar with the feeling of conviction when my heart and mind crosses the line and trespasses against Christ’s beloved in this way. It is a sickening feeling that I prefer to avoid. So at first glance I thought, “‘eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace’..yes, okay what’s next Paul.”

However, the Holy Spirit shook me from my nonchalance.

Am I eager and passionate about pursuing unity? If I was eager for unity would I have so casually made the decision to distance myself from this sister? Or would I have instead been burdened with a desire to speak the truth in love. I realized that many times I have contributed to disunity not because of what I did, but because of what I didn’t do. Fear and selfishness have held me back from speaking the truth in love.

I realized that many times I have contributed to disunity not because of what I did, but because of what I didn’t do.

There are three deviations from speaking the truth in love: avoidance, hinting through passive aggression, and lashing out in aggressive confrontation. All of these have our selves as the center.

The enemy delights in hijacking relational complications for his purpose of disunity. As Christians, unity is our shocking, other- worldly light that shines very brightly in a world that gets daily doses of hatred, criticism, fraud, and phony interactions. It’s evidence of a love that is not from this earth, that is not human, and that conquerors all.

The enemy delights in hijacking relational complications for his purpose of disunity.

If we are to be eager for unity we have to be willing to do the relational and personal work. I have often heard it said, “I’m not good at confrontation.” I would say that when emotions and friendship are involved many shrink from the highest call of love and unity. I know I have and can.

Laboring for unity looks like taking it to our Father first, processing our hurt feelings or another’s offense towards us with Him. God may reveal that it is our heart alone that needed altering in the matter. Growing in unity will sometimes be about us privately growing and learning before God, so that we are free to forgive and extend grace as we walk in unity with others.

When we seek God in the matter he will, at times, compel us to vulnerably approach an issue for the sake of unity. Relationships may require this vulnerability to be able to move forward in authenticity and intimacy. Speaking the truth in love puts aside cowardice, insecurity, and selfish gain for the sake of real love between family members. A family that is meant to reflect the same unity the Father has with the Son and Spirit.

We chase unity because we believe we have been unified through Christ.

We chase unity because we believe we have been unified through Christ. In Ephesians 2 we see that the walls of hostility have been broken down through the power of the gospel. The church is unified, therefore we can confidently pursue unity knowing that the very power of Christ meets to help us and has already accomplished what we pursue.

Four Disciplines for a Healthy Identity

I originally wrote this post for the blog at Flourish. I would encourage you to take some time and browse their website. It is an incredible ministry for women.

I pray that this post blesses you.

It was like ice water to the face, I became a pastor’s wife at 22 years old. I was not prepared for the onslaught of busyness, spiritual warfare, and expectation. I had no coping plan. The brunt force of my own idealistic expectations and other’s real and perceived expectations hijacked my identity.

‘Pastor’s wife’ became foundational to my identity instead of solely my calling. These impossible expectations personified into a false inner coach who barked orders and criticized when demands where unmet. This inner voice was my constant companion choking out truth.

The ability to meet these demands became the measure of my value. I gobbled down man’s affirmation, seeking fleeting moments of peace only to burnout and become discouraged when the opinions of others flat-lined or when my self-expectations proved unattainable.

Through our self-talk we are always assigning ourselves an identity. Questions of self-doubt will always come. “Is who I am enough? Am I strong enough? Faith filled enough? Godly enough?”

I have often shopped for these answers horizontally in people’s opinion of me or from my ability to perform, plunging myself into a frenzied cycle of busyness and perfectionism. This cycle can mobilize an attack of discouragement, burnout, depression, or anxiety.

I remember a breaking point I had during the beginning days of our first church plant. I had been running hard on the hamster wheel of perfectionism, trying hard to meet every expectation. One Sunday morning I found my self-fueled endurance depleted and I dragged myself out of bed feeling like a zombie. I felt an inner panic as I got ready that morning, trying to gather my scattered thoughts and emotions. It felt impossible, even unbearable, to walk into those two doors and be “on”. I wanted to hide from the world, from people, and from my weakness. I looked in the mirror and saw a failure. How did I get to this place? How do I get out? And how do I protect myself from returning again?

If I could sit across a living room from you, I would tell you that four disciplines have helped as I continually ward off this battle.

Preach truth to yourself.

Be proactive with your self-talk. When the questions “Am I enough?” or “Can I do this?” come, may the truth of Christ and who He has made you to be, be your ready answer.

God calls me by name and I am His. I am his workmanship created for good works that he has prepared in advance for me. He gives me everything I need for life and godliness. I am called a daughter and a friend of God. I am free from sin. I have peace with God through Christ. I can come boldly into his presence and find help in my neediness. My life is hidden in Christ. His love, patience, and strength are unfailing.

Fire your inner coach.

May the inner voice assigning your identity, be Truth.

Extend Grace to Yourself.

How I have belittled God’s grace by refusing to extend it to myself. If we passionately teach and advocate for God’s grace everywhere else but our own hearts, the hypocrisy of our perfectionism and self-sufficiency empties our message. I even made a sign to hang in my office to daily remind me of this discipline. The sign simply read, “Extend grace to yourself today”.

Give yourself permission to be needy in Christ.

I hate the idea of being a needy woman. I would rather a southern bell “Bless my heart” about pretty much anything else. “Bless her heart she hasn’t lost her pregnancy weight.” “Bless her heart she is just plain tacky.” “Bless her heart she can’t cook worth a lick.” These would all be welcome if I could just not be NEEDY! But we must put our aversion aside in humility and be needy before Christ. We are and will forever be in desperate need of his strength and help. May we not be afraid of our weaknesses, but may they be what compel us to run to the feet of our Jesus.

Embrace your design.

What a waste to spend our valuable energy on being sorry for what we aren’t. Our enemy seeks to entrap us in jealousy and insecurity through comparison. All the while we scoff at our own design in discontentment and approach our God assignments with a sense of self-defeat. A mighty woman is one who chooses to embrace her design. This woman’s fearsome boldness translates into great kingdom influence.

Shake it off, cause baby you’re a firework?

strong womanNo one likes the idea of being weak. What comes to mind when you think of pop culture’s idea of strength in women? I have a 15 year old daughter so I think of Taylor Swift who says, ” The players gonna play play play play play. Haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate. Heart breakers gonna break break break break break. Just shake it off, shake it off.”

Katy Perry says you are a firework. “You just gotta ignite your light and let it shine. Own the night like the 4th of July. Cause baby you’re a firework cmon show’em what you’re worth make em go ah, ah, ah as you shoot across the sky-y-y.” Katy we are not even really sure what you mean by “make em go ah, ah, ah”?

Or we could be like Beyonce who is not afraid to tell you like it is. “To the left, to the left. Everything you own in a box to the left. Yes, In the closet that’s my stuff yes if I bought it please don’t touch…You must not know bout me, you must not know bout me..”

  • Does strength mean independence? Not needing anyone? Not caring what people say or think? The one who shakes off the hurt and pain. Is this the strong woman?
  • Or is it the woman who seems to have it all together? You are pretty sure Proverbs 31 is a biographical sketch of her life and her household is pinterest.com. Her ceiling fans are dusted, her paleo dinner is in the oven, and her kids never disobey. Is this what strength looks like?
  • Or is it the woman who is experiencing hurt that would suffocate anyone else, but she sucks it up and puts on smiles and determination. Is this strong? Is it strong to hide and stuff your pain?
  • Or is it the tough girl who doesn’t take anything from anyone and will tell you exactly how she sees it. You better not cross her or you’ll be sorry? And life’s too short to sugar coat and to pretend, so you better develop a tougher skin.

Proverbs 31:17 & 25 says that strength is a godly woman’s clothing, that she actually dresses herself with strength. Are we to dress our self with independence, the pursuit of perfection, the skills of how to hide and stuff our pain, and toughness? Is this strength?

Let me bring to your mind the story of a very strong girl.

An angel appeared to Mary and told her that though she was a virgin she would conceive a child, and he would be the Messiah, the Most High God. Mary believed whole-heartedly when the angel said, “For nothing is impossible with God.”

In Mary’s culture adultery was punishable by public stoning, yet in the midst of possible death and certain public ridicule she trusts God. She boldly declares before angels and God,“I am the Lord’s servant. May everything you have said about me come true” (Luke 1:38). After this angelic visit, it says that Mary leaves in a hurry to visit her cousin Elizabeth

When Mary arrives at her cousins she does not collapse into Elizabeth’s arms to cry in fear and despair. No, she sings praise to God, because she trusts in him. “Oh how my soul praises the Lord. How my spirit rejoices in God my Savior!” Luke 1:46-47

Mary believed and trusted in the midst of the trials. It was this trust that was her strength. This is the strength that enabled her to praise God instead of fall to pieces. She believed God would come through for her. She hoped in God’s promises and his faithfulness instead of focusing on the unknown.

She hoped in God’s promises and his faithfulness instead of focusing on the unknown.

Mary is what a woman clothed in strength looks like. What unknowns are you facing right now? What hurts? What trials? What ridicule? Will you trust God and speak his praises, clothing yourself in strength?

May it be said of us as it was said of Abraham, “Abraham never wavered in believing God’s promise. In fact, his faith grew stronger, and in this he brought glory to God. He was fully convinced that God is able to do whatever he promises.” Rom 4:20-21

Marriage: What We’ve Learned in 9 Years

xS90Ag1YZVTyvs9b-RoDORsHUouBsPG8VmR1x-ISo9AThis week I celebrate my nine-year wedding anniversary. As a result of getting married young, a big part of our journey has been growing up together. When I got married I thought that I was a secure and godly woman. Though it took little time for newlywed whiplash to set in as God revealed selfishness and pride that needed to be wrecked in my heart.

We have not arrived, nor will we ever, no matter how many precious days God gives us. The sanctifying work of marriage will continue until we meet our beautiful Jesus face to face. With this being said, I have asked Joshua to help me share with you some of what we have learned in nine years of marriage.

1. If there ever was a secret to marriage it would be forgiveness. Every time your heart clutches to its justification to hold onto to hurt, do not tolerate it. Any time our flesh cries out “It’s not fair!” Let us remember our Savior. He was without sin, gave up his rights as King of the Universe, came to earth to take our sin on himself to die the death we deserve. When we forgive we are loving Jesus well, as well as loving our spouse well.

2. Love is not a feeling to be felt but action to be practiced. New romance is exciting no doubt, but in our culture new love is taken and confused for the goal. I enjoy a good romantic comedy as much as the next girl. However, personal fulfillment and happiness are outgrowths of marriage, they cannot become our goal. Marriage is about bringing glory to God and about him working out holiness in our hearts. He brought you and your spouse together, not so you could “complete each other”, but so that your covenantal love and commitment would demonstrate the covenantal love of God shown through Christ. This illustrates to the world a love that is otherworldly.

3. Make friendship a priority. Take time to reconnect. In a typical week this looks like being intentional with each other for an hour or two every few days. I don’t mean staring into others eyes for an hour talking about the most intense things you can think of (and all the men said hallelujah). This looks like listening and responding to each other, playing a game together, going on a walk, making a date lunch or dinner happen, or a late night run for ice cream. Play together often. Learning to date and play together is vital for a healthy friendship. Whatever you enjoy doing, make it a priority and do it. Our marriages are a reflection of God’s relational essence towards mankind. This involves many different aspects, but delighting in each other is an important one.

Keep trying to enjoy each other’s hobbies, even if it doesn’t come naturally. I am still working on this one. I’m under no illusion that I will ever have the same capacity to enjoy watching so many different sports as often as my sweet husband. However, every year I get a little better at understanding and a little better at watching games. As for Joshua, he recently watched all five BBC episodes of Pride and Prejudice (the Herculean effort he exerted was not lost to me). And every time I reread one of my favorite classics he patiently listens as I read the same excerpts I’ve read to him a dozen times before. He still may not know the plot of Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre, but give me 9 more years ;)

Take mini-vacays. I’ve heard it said a change of place and a change of pace results in a change of perspective. At least once a year Joshua and I get away for one or two nights. In the 365 days in a year take one or two days to invest in your friendship together and get away. It doesn’t have to be far away, just get out of the routine of life together. There have been times when we both were so emotionally and spiritually exhausted that what we needed was to read, journal, and to rest in solitude. Other times we have needed to hash through struggles, trials, and difficulties. While other times we’ve needed to be light-hearted and dream. And sometimes we have needed to be fed and we have gone to a conference to seek God together. All of these resulted in rich reconnection.

4. Show love to your spouse in the way they need. You may have noticed from #3 that I am a quality time girl. It is the primary way I receive and feel loved and it is the most natural way for me to give love. However, my husband is acts of service/kindness. I must be intentional in showing my husband love and appreciation in the way he most naturally receives and feels loved. Identify what each others primary love language is and start communicating to your spouse accordingly. (Words of Affirmation/Encouragment, Quality Time, Physical Touch, Gifts, and Acts of Service)

5. Learn to fight. This is a marriage skill that takes time and commitment to learn. And each marriage with its’ unique combination of personalities and backgrounds will be different. But two keys are to avoid the power plays of withholding communication and spewing in anger.
Don’t withhold communication. This often leads to a stockpiling of frustration or hurt that will eventually be dump-trucked on your spouse. Sometimes withholding comes from fear and/or sometimes it is from a desire to punish by withholding love. Do not let fear steal from the growth in your marriage and do not let the sin of punishing your spouse poison your intimacy. When we are stingy with what we are willing to share with God in prayer, the result is a breakdown of intimacy and a shutting down of surrender. The same is true in marriage. Avoidance builds a wall and stunts the growth in the relationship, while surrender and vulnerability makes love and intimacy the goal.
In your anger don’t sin. You may not be an avoider you may be a spewer. If you are married to an avoider nothing else will shut them down faster, and if you are married to another spewer the result will be explosive. Sometimes we can excuse harsh corrections or jabs as things “they needed to hear” or “it’s just the truth”. Our words need to be seasoned with the grace of the gospel. They are not meant to be weapons but communication is a tool to nourish and facilitate greater intimacy and growth.

6. Don’t try to fix her every concern. I didn’t realize this when we got married. Therefore, every time Tish’s heart spoke out a concern over any issue at all, I would feel responsible for fixing it, immediately. This led to me feeling like a failure because I wasn’t able to fix all of the concerns. I now know that I simply need to listen to the concerns and then later we can figure out what we need to do about some of them.

7. Don’t talk to your wife the way you do the guys at work. Can I get an amen husbands? I learned that when scripture says the wife is like porcelain, it meant it. A woman’s heart is very fragile. My TypeA, Lion, High-D personality works great for production & high pressure at work. At home, however, I need to be gentle with my words, my tone, and my facial expressions.

8. Some drawers will never be closed and some trash bags will never be replaced. In case you were wondering, Tish is the one who leaves drawers open… everywhere. I am the one who doesn’t replace the trash bag after taking out the trash… ever. Early in our marriage I would get so frustrated with Tish about the drawers and she would get frustrated with me about the trash bags. Nine years in, I don’t think we even ask each other to try anymore. We’ve simply learned that there are some things not worth getting frustrated over. Drawers and trash bags are those things.

9. It’s ok if you rest in different ways. I like to spend a Saturday by waking up around 7:30-8:00, reading, being productive with whatever needs done, and THEN relaxing. Tish likes to spend a Saturday sleeping in past 8:00, resting and relaxing all morning, and then being productive later in the day. Early in marriage I would try to force her to rest my way, and she would try to force me to do it her way. Over the years we’ve learned that some weeks go my way, other weeks go her way, and some weeks we get both of our ways and we are ok with that. This may blow your minds men, but your wife should not be just like you.

10. Remind your wife and yourself that marriage is your greatest adventure in this life. I know what some of you are thinking; “Jesus is my greatest adventure in this life.” Touché. That is true. But of all of the callings and responsibilities he’s given you in this life, I would argue that marriage is the greatest adventure. It’s the adventure that best displays the gospel to the world (Eph 5). This adventure was given to us by God, to daily remind the world, and ourselves of the gospel. Marriage is an adventure, given to us by God, until the day that our spouse or we pass away. My prayer is that this adventure would last much longer than any job we have or church we serve. Long after there are people to pastor, there will be a wife to serve. It is easy, especially as a man, to get distracted by other adventures – success at work, pastoring my church, making money, winning battles in life, etc. The night my wife asked me if she was still my adventure was the night that I determined she would never have to ask me that question again.

The Adversary of Worry

I became a mother March 10 of this year. I remember watching this 14 year-old little blond, decked out in animal print, bounce out of a social worker’s car. I watched through the window trying to catch a glimpse of our answer to prayer. Here was our daughter that God had given us for an unknown amount of time to love and parent.

I had not personally felt the ferocious love of a mother that must protect and comfort. I was not prepared for the instantaneous worry that seemed to claw at my new mother’s love.

I have found the worry of a mother to be industrious and creative, finding relentless angles to bombard my heart.

I have found the worry of a mother to be industrious and creative, finding relentless angles to bombard my heart: Will she come to know the Lord? Can she love us? Can I trust the system to make decisions on her behalf? How do I help her catch up in school? What does the future hold? When will the Lord provide good friends for her? How do we build trust    . . . and on . . . and on.

Whether you are a single mom, a foster mom, an adoptive mom, a young mom, an experienced mom, a new mom or any combination the unknown is an antagonist we must combat. The enemy seeks to weaken and distract us with worry. Worry and trust in God cannot coexist, and when worry is present peace will be absent.

Worry and trust in God cannot coexist, and when worry is present peace will be absent.

In the middle of the night I have laid in bed with a knotted stomach and streaming tears clinging to Philippians 4:6-7 like a lone buoy in the middle of the ocean.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Peace is not the absence of trial or conflict; it is the freedom of the mind from the distracting fixations of worry. However, peace is more than this and the meaning of peace is richer in the biblical context.

Peace is not the absence of trial or conflict; it is the freedom of the mind from he distracting fixations of worry.

Jesus says in 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.” The peace that Christ leaves us with is right relationship with God and the reality of spiritual blessings in our lives bestowed on all the adoptive daughters and sons of God.
Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Rom 5:1

Peace is not the absence of trial or conflict; it is the freedom of the mind from the distracting fixations of worry.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places… Eph 1:3

Do not confuse spiritual blessing with the world’s concept of blessing. I speak of the promises of God laid out in scripture. Eternal promises from our Faithful and True One that dwarf all our earthly unknowns and extinguish our worry.

We know that God works all things together for good for those who love him and are called according to his purpose. -Rom 8:28

We know that God goes before us and will never leave us or forsake us. -Duet 31:8

We know that our present sufferings are temporary and cannot compare to the future glory that will be revealed in us. –Rom 8:18

We know that God goes with us to fight for us against our enemies, giving us the victory. –Duet 20:4

We know that his divine power will uphold us and that he has given us everything we need for life and godliness. -2 Pet 1:3

We know that he sends forth his word to heal us and rescues us from destruction. –Ps 107:20

We know that he generously gives wisdom to those who ask him. –Js 1:5

We know he will provide for all our needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us through Christ Jesus. –Phil 4:19

We know greater is Christ in us than Satan who is in the world. -1 Jn 4:4

We must allow God’s promises to establish an unshakeable trust in him, which forges the way for peace. We must wield these promises as our spiritual weapons against worry. We must meditate on them and pray them over our children.

Fire yourself from being your child’s savior.

I cannot make my daughter happy. I cannot heal her sweet beautiful heart. I cannot take away her fears. I cannot make it better. I must trust God with her. We cannot be what only God can be for our children. Fire yourself from being your child’s savior. Hear Jesus speaking over you, “Do not let your heart be troubled. Do not be afraid. I see. I understand. I am here. I am in control. Trust me.”

You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you because he trusts in you. Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord God is an everlasting Rock. Is 26:3-4