while writing lesson plans for tomorrow, i heard some neighbors screaming and crying. words thrown about child support, whose house it was, who had the kids last, who has to work two jobs instead of one, and on and on. the babies were crying. door were slamming. i held the phone ready to call for help. and all my own frustration and exhaustion melted away. the picture got bigger as i began praying. praying for something much bigger than i knew what to ask for. but that we can all be keenly aware of the god’s peace. that while the shit flies, god’s power is stronger. that we can access god’s calm to make decisions. that we can trust in god’s hope for each moment.
it’s quiet across the street. quiet in my house (except for my tv companion and sally dog making a mess of acorns someone drug in).
and i long for it to be deeply quiet in my spirit, in my husband’s spirit, in my children’s spirits, in my friends’ and family’s spirits.
(these photos are for you, leia…micah fell asleep today on the horse from the thrift shop)