Picking up the Peaces

For absolutely no reason at all, I decided to check back on the archives of my blog and discovered, quite unbelievably, that it was three years ago today that I started writing at pacific grace. My blog has changed quite a bit--I noticed that I write a lot less and post quotes, and lately, video, from other sources. My only logical explanation is that I don't have much left to say and that I don't have much time left to write.

I think I just feel like I have less time in general--the tyranny of the urgent seems to consume me more and more. I know this is true because Bev said it to me this week--"You seem restless and anxious lately." I'm quite sure that wasn't a compliment but it was the truth spoken in love. She was simply saying what I already knew to be true. Bev has a way of doing that. I see it in little things. I'm grumpy with our church on Sundays; I don't read for pleasure much anymore; I have trouble sleeping through the night. Little things that I think have drawn me a little bit away from true north.

But today was a bit of a reprieve from all that. A day off from school that didn't require me to be at school. No professional development. No conferences. No report cards. Just a day. A gift. To remember. We went to Fort Langley and stood in the rain with Mark and Kim and their kids, Oense, Jenny, Josh, and some others I noticed. We sang together. We prayed together. We stood silent together. We remembered. And we hoped for a day when peace shall reign. And secretly, when no one was looking and we were in the midst of silence, I prayed for a day when peace would reign just a little more in my own life.