When I was about 21 years old, I found myself at my first major crossroad in life (the first of countless crossroads to follow). I remember sitting out on the porch of a friend, who was more of a mentor at the time, discussing this crossroad. I had no idea that I was about to learn a lesson that I would carry with me for the rest of my life – I didn’t know that from this conversation, I would now ask myself this question every single time I faced a big decision.
I highly respected this woman. She was the wife of a well-known evangelist/motivational speaker, a gifted speaker and minister in her own right and the most admirable to me – an amazing mother. As I shared my dilemma with this her, I really just wanted her to tell me exactly what to do. Because I respected her so much and trusted her judgment I would have done whatever she felt was best.
I was fully prepared for her to tell me what she would do if she were me. But she didn’t.
Actually, I take that back. In a sense, she did. She just didn’t line it out how I would have liked her to.
All she said was, “go with peace”.
I am guilty of wanting to talk things out over and over (and over) again – weighing this decision over that, scrutinizing to make sure I didn’t miss some kind of sign or clue.
But what I learned that day from a “simple” response is, often times, if I would just stop talking or looking, I already know the answer. The answer is peace.
I have learned that, instead of going with what seems “logical” or looks like a “dream come true”, I need to go with what gives my heart a sense of peace.
If you are trying to find peace in something, right now isn’t the right time. If and when the time is right, there will be peace. You don’t have to try to get peace by manipulating the situation. It’s either there or it’s not. And I have learned that until or unless there is peace, it is best not to make a move.
Can we pray for peace?
Absolutely! When I was giving birth to my son, after being in labor for 3 days, the midwife expressed to me her concern about letting me continue without Pitocin, which almost always means an epidural as well. I did not want either. But I was tired and I wasn’t progressing. I cried a little and then I called my friend (and Doula). After talking to her I felt better about the situation but I was still afraid.
Peace and fear cannot coexist.
I told the midwife that I needed some time to get over my fear. She said that was fine. Everyone left the room and I waited – for peace. I prayed and I did not move forward until I felt calm, at peace and no fear.
Even in less than ideal situations, we can have peace. In fact, we need peace.
The next time you are facing a big decision ask yourself this question, “Do I have peace?”.
Always go with peace.
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