"you don't know what you've got until it's
gone." Sometimes I'm given subtle reminders of
that. And sometimes, those reminders forgo
subtlety, and instead come screaming in on me with
arms flailing and fangs gleaming.
reminder this time? That peace is not
something to take for granted.
weekend, just after my husband and I retired for the
evening, an almost-intruder persistently tried to
enter our bedroom through several means of access.
Thankfully, he was unsuccessful, and the police were
quick to arrive. But, nonetheless, our sense
of security in our home vanished in an instant.
Our sleep was fitful, as we lay awake at times
wondering if our unwelcome guest would return,
wondering why someone would be so bold as to try and
enter a most-likely-occupied premises (based on the
cars in the driveway and the lights on in our
bedroom), thinking through the scenarios as they
could have played themselves out had this trespasser
been successful in his attempts to enter our abode.
Yes, I found myself yearning for that sense of
sanctuary we had created for ourselves in our room.
It had been our little place to escape the worries
of the world. And now the world has invaded.
the midst of sorting through the emotions that stem
from this frightening event, I am reminded how
blessed I am. Many of our brothers and sisters
have no sanctuary. Their sense of security has
been robbed by domestic violence, neighborhood gang
activity, warring nations, even Nature's fury.
Many have no place to feel safe. While my
husband and I have undertaken some extra security
measures to make it more difficult for another
intrusion, the circumstances of much of our family
of faith don't present options to make their lives
safer. Given how concerned my family and
friends became for my well-being after the
almost-home-invasion, I wonder why aren't we, as a
faith family, so disturbed by this global lack of
sanctuary that we are moved to find ways to stop the
intrusions into peacefulness?
are disturbed, but we just don't know where to begin
to help. If we start anywhere, we could start
with prayer, and with being open and listening for
God to speak His wisdom to us. And it will
come. The wisdom will come, and we will be
directed to the next step.
evening, after the police had left our home and we
remained there, uneasy and insecure, my husband
asked how he might comfort me so that I might find
rest. On my urging, he read to me from
Scripture, and there I found my settled rest.
Grace and peace
to you as you journey.
Yours in Christ,