Peace for the Day

Devotions for our daily angst.

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 Flag of FranceIn light of the tragedy in Paris, I want to recommit myself to living life on God’s terms, in love. Not sexual love (eros) where I am the center of the universe. Not kindred love (storge). Not brotherly love (phileo) where I do for you and you do for me. But, God’s kind of love. In the Greek, His love is translated agape. It is a selfless, sacrificial, unconditional love, and the highest of the four types of love in the Bible.

In John 13: 34, 35 (The Message) Jesus tells the disciples, “Let me give you a new command: Love (agape) one another. In the same way I loved (agape) you, you love (agape) one another. This is how everyone will recognize that you are my disciples—when they see the love (agape) you have for each other.”

In the same way I loved you –

How did He love me?

For God so loved the world, he gave…

He died so I could live.

Father God – I cry out to You for the hurting, the wounded, the shocked in Paris. If ever we needed You and your love, it’s now. Comfort those who mourn. Bring healing and healers to Paris. Expose those who would continue to harm us. Help me to walk in Your love and to bring Light and Life to this world. I chose to love. In Jesus’ name I do pray. Amen. It shall be so.


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“Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don’t try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go. He’s the one who will keep you on track.” (Proverbs 3:5, 6 Msg)

Trusting God, after knowing Him thirty-one years, should be easy. After all, I have the advantage of hindsight. I look back to see His steady hand leading me here, guiding me there, meeting needs beyond what I could hope, ask, or dream.


For me, there always is a “but”.

Here’s the scenario. A dear friend is stuck in one of those boxed-in, no way out, through, under, over, despairing, dark, and hopeless times life brings us. He can’t fix the situation. He can’t kick, yell, scream, or buy his way out. The people who love him don’t have the means or ability to help. It hurts to watch knowing all we can do is, well, pray. I want to fix this. Now. I want to raise my fist in the air, storm the gates, and make this horrible situation right.

I decided to write him a note. I’ve been in the exact place, a dark tunnel with no end in sight, just different circumstances. I contemplated what I would share.

And then it came. The thought.

Yeah, but, what if God doesn’t do anything? What if God doesn’t come through for him?

That’s the question, isn’t it? What am I going to believe? Who am I going to trust?

Do I trust God enough to tell my friend God will take care of him? Will be with him through this long night until the light of day pierces the darkness?

My husband says, “Once you tell him, it is God’s problem not yours.” Nothing is ever that easy for me. I struggle with faith, trust, believing. I feel guilty that I’m even wondering. God has been faithful to me all these years. Why wouldn’t He work in my friend’s life? I cling to God for dear life. Does my friend? Does it matter?

Father! I can’t believe I’m even wondering. I’ve walked with You long enough that I should trust You implicitly. But, here I am back at square one. I’m sorry, Lord. Help my unbelief. Help me to share all You have done in me and my life with this precious friend and, then, let go to let You work. Father, I commit the situation to You, the God who is able.