Your peace is with me, Father. I am safe.
Your peace surrounds me, Father. Where I go, Your peace goes there with me. It sheds its light on everyone I meet. It brings it to the desolate and lonely and afraid. I give your peace to those who suffer pain, or grieve for loss, or thing they are bereft of hope and happiness. Send them to me, my father. Let me bring Your peace with me. For I would save Your Son, as is your will, that I may come to recognise my Self.
And so we go in peace. To all the world we give the message that we have received. And this we come to hear the Voice for God, Who speaks to us as we relate His Word that He has given unto us.
I made sure I read the lesson early today, and was able to picture the peace of God surrounding me. At about midday I received a call from a friend’s son to say his mother was very distressed and he didn’t know how to cope. I told him her behaviour was perfectly OK given the nature of her experience. He could help my showing her a lot of love and keeping her supplied with drinks and food, and I suggested he should call me if she showed signs of self harm.
When I called again about 5 ish, she was a little better, but he was still concerned. I read the lesson again while talking to him, and the line ‘I give your peace to those who suffer pain, or grieve for loss, or think they are bereft of hope and happiness. Send them to me, my father.’ Leapt out at me. I needed to go to her; it was the message of the lesson. Peace is not just to be enjoyed on your own, it is to be share.
I spent two and a half hours with her, and, by the time I left she was laughing. I recommended she read again, Maya Angelou’s excellent book You Can’t Keep A Good Woman Down. I feel good when I’m on purpose. It feels right.
On my walk in the park today (Pype Hayes, because SuttonPark was charging £2 for parking) the title for my book launch came to me. It will be called Caribbean Juices.