“But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me.” Micah 7:7
I turned to the news last night. Not to catch a glimpse of the mass tragedy, but for a weather update. And, yet, there it was. My children began asking questions before I could turn away.
I answered them as best I could. Telling them something really bad happened at a school today. That many people were very sad. I know they caught more details than that, but these were the only words I could come up with.
Fast forward to 7AM this morning. Lauren stumbled teary eyed out of her bedroom. She had a bad dream. She curled up on my lap and began to describe the nightmare. A bad man had come in her school and tried to shoot her. It broke my heart. I spoke a few reassurances over her, held her tight, and began to pray. I prayed for peace that surpasses all understanding to calm her innocent heart and mind.
I was shocked as I immediately felt the tension melt out of her little body. Quickly she drifted back to sleep. And a peace came over the both of us that could only be the hand of God.
Sometimes I pray for peace in the impossible as an act of obedience. It is what Christians are supposed to do. I have no real expectation that He is even capable of answering.
As I prayed, I didn’t expect an instant divine calm to spread over my daughter, but it did. I don’t expect the parents and children closest to this horrific tragedy to find peace. It’s impossible.
But isn’t that what His mighty hand is in the business of doing? The impossible? Please join me in praying for peace for these families and for our own families. We pray out of obedience. It’s what we are called to do. But let’s not stop there. Lets expect peace, and pray like we mean it.