Peace, especially at this time of year, is usually depicted as being silent, or quiet. It is “Silent Night” come to life; it’s the sound of snow falling, and maybe it’s just a tad staid. But that’s not the peace that Dr. King fought for, and it certainly isn’t the peace the King of Kings taught us to live out. Real peace -like real hope, real love, and real joy- demands action.
To borrow some words from Drake, “I’m more than just a number.” But if I WERE a number, it would be 7. Since it’s God’s number, the 7th day is one to rest, and… well, I think it rocks. But if life were a scale of 1-10, then me being a 7 fits too, because I’m not perfect. I’m in my 30s, a Christ-follower, slightly off kilter (but aren’t all “ar-teeests”?), and happily married to K, my solidly strong rock. And Techie-extraordinaire. We are the proud parents of a smart and funny girl, Z. Hope you enjoy my rantings, don’t take my sarcasm too seriously and know that comments are welcome. Very welcome… ahem, HINT, HINT, HINT! But enough about me, time for this 7 to give it a rest. xoxox