My son is reading books to me. And by "reading" I mean, he's sitting in my lap, flipping the pages of his board books, and then says, "The End!" He doesn't really love the middle of any one book, just the ending. "But," I try to tell him, "That's where all the cool stuff happens!"
This week, I really feel led to focus on worry. There's so dang much going on right now - more than any other time in history. We've had some crazy political times, but I never saw any of this coming. I've never seen so many issues so fiercely debated. I've never seen so much hatred and so much polarizing of race, economics, or even gender.
And I've never, ever been so much at peace.
I mean really. Like, I really, really love that my life isn't perfect and it has me so at peace with the chaos that I'm totally in love with not having any answers - that kind of peace.
But let me tell you something: I wasn't born into a delightful situation, and I've fought very long and hard to get here. I've learned that having real peace is a lot like the peace that comes after someone finally kicks the ass of the school bully. When you face your own demons (and believe me, we all have them) and you finally win. That peace is the real deal.
And, really, it's pretty simple. It's not one bit easy. But it is that simple.
While most people argue that they'd like to have more peace in their lives, when you step back and look at what we think peace should look like... you understand why it's so hard to find. People want more money; a better position at work; to be happy; to have children; to sleep better; to have better health. What don't they want? To budget their finances and spend less money; to work harder and put in the extra time; to forgive; to give up themselves entirely; to eat and exercise better.
When we say we want peace in our lives, why don't we just admit that what we really want is control. When we say we struggle with worry, I think 90% of the time we're actually just worried that things won't turn out like we want them to. We want to skip to the end of the story and say, "And they lived happily ever after," without the middle of the story.
But, as I tell the boys, that's where all the cool stuff happens. The ending of a story doesn't always make sense if you skip through the pages.
So, this week, I'd like to urge you to focus on what you're worrying about. Some things really are hard. Please don't think I want to make light of serious situations. But I do want to bring them into the light of how God sees our silly little hearts and all the things that we get so concerned over.
So, lets fight our bullies. Let's learn to be free.