“He died for our peace, son. That’s what the Bible says. Jesus said, ‘My peace, I leave with you.’ You just have to stir it up. You have to pursue. Seek it.”
Conversations with my Momma are always encouraging and typically hilarious, but she always knows when I am bummed or something is wrong. I tried really hard this morning to say, “Hello, Momma!” as chipper as possible, but before she even said “hello” back, she knew. “What’s wrong, baby?” Durn. Can’t get anything past her!
So I told my Momma about a little stressful something that I have been thinking about and that’s when she went back into “Great Expectations!” mode (see yesterday’s post) and began to talk about the peace of God. She told me the story about Moses being bundled up and put in the water, in hopes that he would be safe. Pharoah’s daughter finds him, begs to keep him, and when they need someone to nurse baby Moses, the go and find….HIS MOTHER. But they didn’t know it was his mother. In looking further into the story, it talks about how Moses’ Momma was waiting with expectation for her son to be delivered. How cool, right?!
So now, when stressful thoughts come, when the Enemy whispers his mean, sometimes scary lies into my ears, I need to stir up the peace that Jesus left for me, waiting expectantly for the time that He chooses to answer my prayer (as He sees fit), and believing that His best is all He gives me.
P.S. My Momma called the devil a bastard. I laughed way too hard.