As of late, there is something I've been going through that has kept me from writing. I haven't written during this, because I didn't want to get away too far from the peace theme. But I am now starting to think that what I'm going through is part of the peace theme--because it's my peace journey. On this peace journey, I have found that it's not always easy to live in peace. What happens when a situation arises that is in conflict with your beliefs? What happens when resolving that situation will cause a conflict no matter how you decide to resolve it?
My husband has always said that when making a decision, you should "go the way of peace." This has always made sense to me, despite the fact that it comes from someone who is a notoriously bad decision-maker (not that he makes bad decisions--he just has a hard time making any decision, whether it be a good one or a bad one). So, I've looked at my situation, trying to find whether this decision or that decision might be "the way of peace," and no matter how I look at it, I realize that there is no clear way of peace in this situation. I suppose then, that the only thing I can do, is to make a decision, and then rely on God to bring the peace in the end. I presume this is where faith comes in.
This is scarey.
So, I just wanted to give an update on where I am in this peace journey. And this is where I am--it's a crossroads. I've been traveling a single path, going forward until suddenly I've reached this crossroad. And this just occurred to me: since being on this peace journey, I have learned that Jesus' peace exists in places and in ways that I never would have expected--he exists in and out of my religious box. So maybe the divergent paths shouldn't be so scarey after all, if I just remember what I have learned on this journey.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
a day to grow on
There’s something special
about the first lemonade stands on the spring sidewalk
in the morning,
like tossing our flip-flops
from our toes and feeling the cool grass
between them.
Like red-sucker rings and icecream on a cone
that somehow manages to fall,
But that’s okay because
Mom’ll get you another one.
And there’s something great, like at the beach
when we swim in the summer sun,
our shoulders growing red,
our noses too.
Let’s eat popsicles till our stomachs
make those swishy noises inside
and we feel just a little sick.
But let’s eat another one anyway,
just because it’s there.
Lets laugh and play and make fun of each other
just for fun. Until mom calls us in for lunch.
And lets beg to skip our afternoon, after school nap
And gobble three cookies with milk
instead of two.
And lets dart outside before dinner and
climb the trees that are beginning to change
their colors already.
And let’s remember not to remember
dinner until mom calls us in
and we sit at the dinner table
and ask rudely where it is,
why’d you call me in so soon if it’s not ready yet?
And lets whine to stay up later
just a little later
so we can catch lightning bugs
our feet crashing through the crisp, colored leaves
our noses growing cold with the
cooling night air.
And there’s something wonderful
about staying out just a little longer
because we don’t think about
the morning and feeling grouchy
especially when it’s the first snow
And you know the ice has finally frozen
and it took forever
and you just got a new pair of skates
for Christmas
And a really cool bongo sled that’s red
And you can’t wait to try it out,
even if it is pitch dark outside.
It took forever to get your winter clothes on
And by the time you get them off
it's time to go to bed
and it’s almost spring again.
about the first lemonade stands on the spring sidewalk
in the morning,
like tossing our flip-flops
from our toes and feeling the cool grass
between them.
Like red-sucker rings and icecream on a cone
that somehow manages to fall,
But that’s okay because
Mom’ll get you another one.
And there’s something great, like at the beach
when we swim in the summer sun,
our shoulders growing red,
our noses too.
Let’s eat popsicles till our stomachs
make those swishy noises inside
and we feel just a little sick.
But let’s eat another one anyway,
just because it’s there.
Lets laugh and play and make fun of each other
just for fun. Until mom calls us in for lunch.
And lets beg to skip our afternoon, after school nap
And gobble three cookies with milk
instead of two.
And lets dart outside before dinner and
climb the trees that are beginning to change
their colors already.
And let’s remember not to remember
dinner until mom calls us in
and we sit at the dinner table
and ask rudely where it is,
why’d you call me in so soon if it’s not ready yet?
And lets whine to stay up later
just a little later
so we can catch lightning bugs
our feet crashing through the crisp, colored leaves
our noses growing cold with the
cooling night air.
And there’s something wonderful
about staying out just a little longer
because we don’t think about
the morning and feeling grouchy
especially when it’s the first snow
And you know the ice has finally frozen
and it took forever
and you just got a new pair of skates
for Christmas
And a really cool bongo sled that’s red
And you can’t wait to try it out,
even if it is pitch dark outside.
It took forever to get your winter clothes on
And by the time you get them off
it's time to go to bed
and it’s almost spring again.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Friendship is Groovy
Friendship is groovy
kind of like an Oreo cookie
held together with something sweet.
No top, no bottom,
just depends on how you
twist it, dunk it, lick it, eat it.
Friendship is groovy
kind of like purple bubble gum
snap! Snap! Snap! It goes
all over your face;
you pick it off and chew it again
with an eyelash and a grin.
Friendship is groovy
Kind of like your favorite song
played over and over in your mind.
You think you’re singing in tune
even though you’re not
but it doesn’t matter—
Because you’re singing in sync.
And you know the words,
The tune, the feeling—
You’ve built memories on it.
Friendship is groovy
Kind of like this poem
It’s simple and easy to get
It will never win any contests
because it doesn’t do what it should do
but that’s probably why you like it.
And it will stay with you forever
if you let it.
Friendship is groovy
kind of like an inanimate object.
You can look at it
toss it, bite it, hug it, love it, throw it
and then pick it up again
when you want to
and it’s like you never left it.
That’s groovy friendship.
kind of like an Oreo cookie
held together with something sweet.
No top, no bottom,
just depends on how you
twist it, dunk it, lick it, eat it.
Friendship is groovy
kind of like purple bubble gum
snap! Snap! Snap! It goes
all over your face;
you pick it off and chew it again
with an eyelash and a grin.
Friendship is groovy
Kind of like your favorite song
played over and over in your mind.
You think you’re singing in tune
even though you’re not
but it doesn’t matter—
Because you’re singing in sync.
And you know the words,
The tune, the feeling—
You’ve built memories on it.
Friendship is groovy
Kind of like this poem
It’s simple and easy to get
It will never win any contests
because it doesn’t do what it should do
but that’s probably why you like it.
And it will stay with you forever
if you let it.
Friendship is groovy
kind of like an inanimate object.
You can look at it
toss it, bite it, hug it, love it, throw it
and then pick it up again
when you want to
and it’s like you never left it.
That’s groovy friendship.
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