Funny, this week the word PEACE was presented and it led me to the butterfly’s and their proboscis. No longer are they chomping, instead they are sipping in the nectar of life.
Was thinking about my relationship with my family, friends, acquaintances and it HIT me BAM..wow, right between the eyes. Rhema burst, no wonder we don’t see eye to eye and when I do indeed look within, it need not be seeking an anecdote for their approval, acceptance…figure out how to explain my choices or meet their expectations! Why do I need to understand the lurkers, the nay sayers, the “gossip”, the complainers and their judgment, so disfigured, so why feign affection? Why do I need their friendship?!
Maybe because we are blood relation? Or engrained from my youth; “forgive” yet this time, I notice peace left and why was I reacting with tears AGAIN! One can forgive and not become a doormat. Today, it hits me , how we may feel ‘unsafe’, within the storms of life. Yes today was a blessing indeed. As the whirlwinds swirl, ironically they have a name Issac; comes from the word “Yitzhak” which means; “He will laugh” . It’s during this present storm I smile knowing this is what the message meant, for truly the ones full of peace DO laugh, DO enjoy life and DON’T allow their boundaries to be defiled.
Like the butterfly, they have emerged, whole, … holy. No need to control, they put no demands on others to meet their needs. They do not panic and their living is like incense. They burn with a passion and their intuition is true. They know when its time to go or if they should linger awhile. Their presence only blesses.
Never do they state a threat or two, sharing how you will never amount to anything or question why you may take a vacation or rudely say “Hello”. Never do they snap a picture to make fun of another’s weakness or invite one to converse so to be entertained. Never do they promise your son prosperity and when he’s sick for two weeks, threaten and steal their creation as if it was their own…abandonment is not part of the resurrected soul.
One day we emerge too, and as our wings dry in the warmth of Brother Son, we distinguish the shadow and the light of peace. Sister Moon encourages us to breathe in pure thoughts and misery never touches our soul…ever again. Transformation is here and peace has been restored; growth and change does not have to be traumatic. It can occur as gently, as sweetly, and as joyfully as we choose.
All we have to ask ourselves is this one question; “to whom do we choose to serve this day?” Yup no more chomping at the bit for me; just have to be careful where I put my proboscis!
If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other. Mother Teresa