After the earthquake, there was a fire. But that fire was not the Lord. After the fire, there was a quiet, gentle voice. —1 Kings 19:12 ERV
For three weeks my home made international headlines. Sadly, Baton Rouge isn’t the first or last city in pain, devastation is no respecter of borders. Blindly staring at news feeds, we beg Jesus to make sense of the nonsensical. The tears and emotions flow. Anger that this world seems to only escalate in brokenness, fear reaching for us as we walk our children out of our homes, the blanketing sadness over days and nights of terror. The tears ebb, yet I am no closer to understanding how we all hurt each other. But I know Jesus is steadily with us in our heartache. He kneels with us in prayer, He stands alongside us in peaceful protest, He mourns with us at funerals, He holds our hands in hope. I want Him to turn things right side up, right this minute. Instead, He pulls us down to sit with Him. He is ever present as we endure the aftermath of the ravages of sin. Sometimes we just need to simply be still with Him. He does not calm the chaos around us, He calms the chaos inside us. Then He leads us out into the world as His ambassadors of peace.
Father, thank You for tending to my heart in the chaos caused by sin. Please shape me into an instrument of Your peace. I love You. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.
How is He tending to you in the chaos of your life? What can you do to reflect His peace to others today?