that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.

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Second Sunday of Advent.

The second candle symbolizes peace.

Peace is so fitting right now, I find (as I am sure you all do too) that Christmas season, which should be the most peaceful of all, often isn’t. I spent a lot of time at the mall this week, waiting for my car to be inspected, waiting for class to start, waiting for my coffee to be made, waiting with abated breath for people to stop moving. And stop rushing from everywhere to everywhere else. It’s as if Christmas is the ticket to speed up, get out of control, and be justified doing so.

But lack of peace is so much more than the busyness of the season. I’ve found this week there have been some really hard circumstances that make it hard to find the peace of this second week of Christmas. Not just final exams or ICBC claims or fears of the future, and certainly not just things that are about me, but a number of times this week, someone shared how he or she is simply not at peace. I find I am not the most equipped person to deal with other people’s hurts or concerns very eloquently or even say things that directly reflect my heart… I mean, I am hardly comfortable hugging people so it is hard when someone is struggling for peace because it so mirrors my own soul. So I just pray… because our hurts pale in comparison to how huge Jesus’ love for us is. We’re such an instant-gratification, impatient society and I find that that invades the peace that should be resting inside.

The dictionary defines peace as the separation or distance from anything that causes strife or pain; it’s serenity and silence. Silence. Maybe that’s why it is so hard to hold onto, peace, because it only takes a drop of water or a gust of wind to break the silence. If that’s all it takes, that I can see why school or health or family or fear can take over and replace the peace in our hearts. But I pray, and will pray (just ask!), that we all spend a little more time in silence. In peace. The longer it’s quiet, the more we get used to it…and I assure you, the more we’ll miss it when it’s gone. The better acquainted we may get with this peace, the more real it becomes. And like our hope, we need to share it. I have a deep and persistent yearning for that peace… not just for myself but those whom I love who need that peace right now… the settling of hearts and silencing of fear.

The quiet surrender of our souls.

I posted this verse before but I just wanted to put it up again (and I love how in the disarray of my car after it was stolen, my little index card with it written on it remained intact..:)) because it fits:

“Because He bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath.” -Psalm 116:2

Can you feel it? I promise He’s holding you, walking with you, wondering how long you’ll wait before knowing He’s enough… stepping into that silence… embracing that peace.

Either way, I am waiting here with you. I promise.

grace and peace,