The Peace of Hannah

A small thread is attached to my heart.  I didn't put it there, and even when I desire to, I cannot remove it.  This thread is invisible and though others may attempt to find it, it cannot be seen or felt by anyone but me.

You may notice the effects of the thread.  You may try to tear it or tangle it, or if you notice it's already damaged, to mend it.  But the truth is, the thread itself is held and controlled solely by the Thread Maker, no one else.  He made it to connect the two of us, Him and me, to bind us together.  He made it so that He would have access to a place that no one else does.

I have thought and thought and thought some more about this lesson, and peace, and the fact that it really is, in my mind, unlike any of the other Fruits of the Spirit.

We can shower one another with love. 

We can share our joy. 

We can exhibit kindness. 

But we cannot bring peace.  

I know that all good gifts come from Him, but this one just feels different.  This is the one I have absolutely no control over on my own.  Yes, we could argue that I have no control of any of them, but again, I think peace is unique.

A small thread is attached to my heart and through that thread, He can reach in and work His miracles and provide a gift that really does surpass all human understanding.  He can use it to calm the storm or just shift my focus in the midst of the storm.  He can use it to quiet the noise.  I don't know how, but He can. He can give the thread a gentle tug, and pull me closer to Him.

The thread changes, sometimes moment to moment.  It is strengthed or weakened depending on my environment, but the nucleus of the thread always remains the same, for this is the part He created, the genesis of Him in me. The Thread Maker is a constant and His small thread holds fast.

A small thread is attached to my heart.  It's the thread of peace.

Heavenly Father,
Just as you knit me together in my mother's womb, you continue to create in me so many good gifts, including the gift of your peace.  I know that you do not give as the world gives and for that I am so thankful. Forgive me for those times when I lose focus, and walk blindly, searching elsewhere for the peace that only you can give. Give me that gentle tug.  Pull me back in.  Restore your peace within me.  In Jesus' Name, Amen.

I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world. John 16:33

Grace, Mercy, and Peace be yours Dear One.
Heather

A note about next week...

*My beautifully talented friend Julie will be leading the discussions for the next two sessions while I am in Haiti. Please join her right back here next Friday to read her thoughts on The Patience of Mary and then the following week to talk about The Kindness of Abigail.  You can get to know Julie at In Between the Sunsets of Life . Thank you friend!

*If you would like to join me in this study of God's Word, you can purchase "Golden Fruit" through Concordia Publishing House as well as other retailers.