You will keep in perfect peace
him whose mind is steadfast,
because he trusts in you.
Trust in the Lord forever,
for the Lord, the Lord, is the Rock
Perfect peace. There cannot be anything better than that. Lord, help me to trust in you. I want to feel your perfect peace.
note: I wrote this post (aside from this addition) this morning. I decided to wait to post it until it was a little later in the States, as most of my readers live there. I began to get ready for class when I realized my power converter had broken. It must have been when I plugged the hairdryer into it this morning. Frustrated and disappointed, I put on my boots. As I was zipping them up, the zipper completely broke. Now angry, I threw my boot on the floor, put on my other boots (not waterproof like the first pair; it was raining) and, holding back tears, headed to class to take an Italian quiz. God pulled a fast one. Or rather, allowed Satan to pull a fast one. And it worked for a while. I was drowning in self-pity, walking to class, failing to marvel at the Duomo unlike normally when I remembered this verse. "Perfect peace" was oh so distant. This morning I was so ready to have "perfect peace". Of course, everything was good. But the Cross is not about peace when things are comfortable. It's about constant, steadfast peace when nothing seems to be going right. He is the Rock and nothing else. Funny how He works, sometimes.
So here's an outfit I wore on Friday night. Leah and I went to what we thought was a jazz club. It ended up being more of a restaurant with a jazz band playing. It was wonderful, all the same. We split some delicious tiramisu and asked the waitress which dessert wine with which we should pair it. It was a great night full of meaningful conversation and basking in the beauty that is the city in which we live.
Have a great Monday! I hope you find perfect peace.